Quote:
Originally Posted by Coda
As for being NB, I mean, I don't really talk about it much anymore, so it's not surprising you didn't know. It took me a few years to work through some issues, and it was kind of disruptive at that time. After I managed to settle into a good, positive understanding of myself and my identity, after I stopped being afraid and stopped resisting, the dysphoria eventually more or less went away.
I also kind of have it easy-mode. I'm AMAB, present as male, and for the most part take on traditionally-masculine roles in the household as breadwinner and caretaker. The idea of presenting as NB actually triggers MORE dysphoria, which... kinda sucks. My current state of zen required coming to terms with that paradox.
|
Mhhh. I remember the first part. You mentioned it several years ago.
Yeah, presentation and dysphoria can get really fucking weird.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Voidbarker
that's a mood. afab here, presenting as masc / nb online, have to present as feminine irl because i don't think my family will understand if i did manage to come out.
boobs are a pain in the ass.
|
I basically present as androgynous/masc as someone who’s DFAB and not queer possibly would, I think. Hair could be shorter, that would be nice. Was shoulder-length for a good many years; got it cut to just an inch or so down my neck a month back. Planning on cutting it even shorter at some point, but had to use my current style as a stepping stone just bc I haven’t had short hair in... a while.
Straight-legged jeans. I’m super fucking picky about my pants bc as mentioned elsewhere, whoops butt and thigh genetics. Also one of the reason I like wearing long coats even though they make me seem even shorter. Sports bra and sometimes another layer over that. And then baggy band t-shirt. Though as of late, I’ve come to appreciate plaid shirts, both as a shirt and a jacket.
Occasionally hoodie, sleeves and hood both up. ...actually, my sleeves are almost always rolled up. Subconsciously, that might also be a masc presentation thing hahaha.
So yeah, occasionally I grab an eyeliner pencil and mess around with eyebrows and whatever. But generally I don’t.
Today I walked past someone who... honestly I could not figure out their gender. We smiled at each other. Human interaction is weird.