Personal Life

Your Feelings Aren’t Valid

I made the mistake of wandering onto the wrong side of Reddit (is there truly a right side of Reddit?), and I was faced with so many posts from people whose partners turned out to be trans who were “mourning” their partner’s old gender. My instinctive feeling upon seeing all of these posts was revulsion and being incredibly pissed off.

I was incredibly confused by seeing these posts, especially from partners who claimed to be accepting but still were “mourning” their partner’s old gender, so of course, I read some of them and made myself even more confused and even more angry.

For some background, my partner is a trans woman who started HRT early last year and has been feeling out her gender for the past three years or so. I’m nonbinary and consider myself to be trans as my birth gender does not align with my feelings or self-perception. The closest label I have is agender, but more practically, I’m a bit masc leaning while my partner is way more feminine and was even before she transitioned. We are a T4T couple and have been together for over twenty years.

I always suspected my partner was queer in some way. We used to joke that she had Disney queer-coded villain energy, so when she started to feel out her gender more allowed herself to be more feminine, I wasn’t surprised when she came out as a trans woman. I kind of suspected she was. When I came out as nonbinary back in like 2016 or 2018 (can’t remember when), my partner was unfazed and just adapted to the perception changes to make me more comfortable. I don’t think it occurred to either of us that we might “mourn” for some ephemeral aspect of the other person’s identity that was changing.

What got me so heated about reading the “mourning” posts from straight and queer partners alike was that

a) their partner wasn’t dead. The framing of it as “mourning” grated on me because the person isn’t dead and a change of gender is a loss in any way, shape, or form.

b) they were INCREDIBLY self-centered

The vast majority of these posts were about how their lives were changing, how their partner was doing this to them, that they were struggling, how would they be perceived, how their identity was changing. I remember blinking at these posts like, “This isn’t about you??”

Here’s the thing, you are allowed to have feelings. You are allowed to feel things, BUT I think sometimes we have to look at our feelings and say to ourselves, “Does this feeling make sense/is proportional to what’s going on or am I being a little over the top?” As someone with autism, I am keenly aware that sometimes I am having big feelings over something that is not a big deal in the big scheme of things, and I often take a time out, figure out why I am feeling such big feelings, and readjust that feeling into something that’s more reasonable. It’s perfectly fine to have big feelings, but they aren’t always logical. And they definitely do not need to be shared with everyone or get vomited at your partner.

Maybe it’s because I’m nonbinary and have a trans woman as a partner, but I immediately put myself into the partner’s shoes and wonder how it would feel if my partner made a big deal of me wanting to be perceived differently and made it all about them. People don’t transition to spite you. More than likely you aren’t even part of the equation because it’s their identity, not yours. I’m sure some people are upset specifically because they are not part of the equation, and how dare they do it without consulting them. That isn’t valid. That’s shitty.

I have a hypothesis that a lot of people, especially cis het people but also some monosexual queer people, treat their identity as a mirror. Their identity is influenced by what is around them, and they merely reflect it back. An example- a cis heterosexual woman might see her identity as wife of a lawyer, teacher, and mother of a son because those are the roles reflected back on her by those around her. A gay man might do the same thing by surrounding himself with the trappings of US gay society and by being with gay men. In both cases, the people in the example are gaining these important aspects of their identities by those around them rather than within.

When I think of myself, I am very cognizant of who I am and self-aware of my shortcomings. I am someone who is queer because after doing a lot of questioning and poking around, I realized I was attracted to lots of kinds of people and that I am not cis. I am a writer or storyteller because that’s what I like to do and feel compelled to do. More broadly, I am creative, intense, thoughtful, etc. My identity is not dependent upon my job or the people around me; it’s the intrinsic bits that live inside me and have for most of my life. None of the aspects I mentioned are dependent upon who my partner is.

What I suspect is happening with a lot of these “mourning” posts is that people who get their identities by what’s reflected back on them are having crises about who they are. If my partner is now a woman, am I gay? Am I still a lesbian if my partner is now a man? If you were secure in your identity and who you are, that wouldn’t be something you had to ask yourself.

My partner considers herself a lesbian as she is primarily attracted to women, but I’m nonbinary and not particularly feminine. We’ve had this discussion before, and she has stressed that me being nonbinary and masculine-ish doesn’t change that she is attracted mainly to women. These are not mutually exclusive statements. It seems that a lot of people don’t understand how multiple things can be true at once or that your partner might be an exception to your general attraction rule. On one hand, I think it’s good at these people are potentially thinking about their identities more thoroughly. On the other, calling it “mourning” is a bad look, and they should feel bad about it.

There’s a part of me that wants to lead with kindness, but the trans and autistic side of me says that we need to be meaner to nip this shit in the bud.

The problem with “mourning” a change in identity is that you are burying someone who is still alive, someone who still needs you. It is an empty coffin you’re crying over when you could be celebrating the rebirth of the person you love.

I get particularly pissy about this behavior because back in the day on autism groups on FB, I saw so many parents “mourning” their children when they were diagnosed with autism. I would sit there as an autistic adult and be like uhhhh, I’m not dead, your kid didn’t die, and your kid is literally the same as they were yesterday but with a new label. “Mourning” the “death” of an idealized version of the person they had in their mind is not a valid feeling because that person didn’t exist outside your head.

There’s a big difference between change is hard in that it’s taking me a bit of time to adjust to my partner being a different gender and having a new name and “my partner as I knew them is dead.” What often happens with this sort of post is that Terfs will swoop in and try to turn the trans partner into someone selfish and evil who is punishing the other person and how their relationship is doomed. These transphobes use this “mourning” language to spread transphobia. The sky is falling “how will my relationship survive??” posts are generally overblown and stoked by transphobia. More obviously, comparing a change in gender to death is directly linking transitioning to something to inherently negative in our society rather than a neutral act.

I often have to stop myself from going onto these posts and asking, “Do you actually love your partner or do you love their gender/status?” Gender, to me, is like a beard or hair. It’s a piece of their identity, but it can change and that change doesn’t change who I am. All pieces of your identity or your partner’s identity are subject to change. At any moment, you or your partner could become disabled, and that is a major change of identity. Would you go onto Reddit and act like your partner becoming disabled was some plot to stick it to you? Sadly, I know some would.

What was the point of this ramble? I’m not 100% sure, but I want to put this into perspective because I have seen it way too much lately. As someone who is a trans person and someone with a trans partner, I find it offensive, and I hope that as a society, we can become better by actually being introspective about our identities and realize that we aren’t a mirror for others. We are who we are on the inside, for better or worse.

Writing

Genre Fixation: Upmarket Fiction

In several posts, I have raged against the literary fiction v. genre fiction situation in the publishing world. One is held in high regard yet is often boring, the other is derided as trite or too commercial. As a writer who finds herself stuck in the middle of these two extremes and utterly frustrated by the hundreds of descriptors for genre and style, I never felt my work fit in any one category.

This week I discovered a new genre, upmarket fiction. This is the definition from editor Robb Grindstaff, “From an audience perspective, upmarket means fiction that will appeal to readers who are educated, highly read, and prefer books with substantive quality writing and stronger stories/themes. Upmarket describes commercial fiction that bumps up against literary fiction, or literary fiction that holds a wider appeal, or a work straddles the two genres.” The Book Genre Dictionary defines it as “Books in the upmarket fiction genre are made up of stories that merge the commercial and literary genres. The books appeal to well-read, sophisticated readers who want a high quality and complexity of writing, but that also have strong characters and plot. Upmarket genre books are often book club titles and inspire not only enjoyment of the story in a reader, but thought and discussion as well. The books consist of many layers of meaning and emotion, making them more complex.”

I must admit that I saw the definition and went, YES! This is what I have been looking for when describing my work. I’m not all genre and I’m not all literary, I’m somewhere in between. It’s always disappointing when readers see steampunk or historical fantasy and assume it will be action-packed. Sorry, readers, mine is not. There is action, but I find myself more focused on my characters. What are they going through? How are their lives affected by the events of the story? How are they changing through each story/trauma? I like to think of my characters are humans rather than archetypes or unchanging figures, which you sometimes see in suspense or action series where the main character goes on adventures through dozens of books. They stay in character for the entire series, but they do so at the expense of growth.

At its heart, I think this is what upmarket fiction is. It’s a book with genre fiction aesthetics (such as being set in a fantasy world, alternate history, or dystopia), but rather than focusing on the action only, the author pays more attention to the characters and plot than how much action drives it. The downside to upmarket is it sounds a bit… snobby. The main issue is where the definitions suggest only highly educated people will like upmarket, but I think what they really mean is people who want more than just 300 pages of action. Upmarket readers want a deeper connection to the plot and characters. They value complexity in not only the characters’ psyches but the plot. They want a book that makes them think.

I also tend to be a reader of upmarket fiction. I get frustrated with literary fiction when it’s a hundred pages longer than it ought to be and tends to ramble. With genre fiction, I get frustrated when the characters don’t change or don’t react appropriately to the horrors they are dealing with. A monster just tore his best friend to shreds, yet he decides to make out with his girl friend and only mourn his loss for two sentences. I need more substance but not the point of literary fiction where it once again becomes insubstantial.

Some upmarket books would be: The Golem and the Jinni, Water for Elephants, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, and The Left Hand of Darkness.


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Chapter 23: In Which the Author has an Existencial Crisis

love-yourself-quotes-To-love-oneself-is-the-beginning-of-a-lifelong-romance..I am never sure how many people know I have anxiety.  I am a class A worrier, dweller, and moment-reliver.  Last week was my first full week of graduate classes, and midway through the week, I sat and cried when I got home.  Sometimes I wonder what has happened to me.  I wasn’t always such an emotional person, but honestly, sitting down and having a good cry is better than bottling up until you explode or internalizing your misery.

I am not like most of my family.  The idea of working in an office for the rest of my life is repellant even if I do not mind the place I currently work and enjoy the company of the people who work there.  I just want more than that.  For my entire life, school has been a factor that validated who I was.  I was a (mostly) diligent student who got good grades.  School has been there to give me a ruler to measure myself against and prove my worth, and this is probably what pulls me toward the world of academia. My family went through the motions of school and seemed to enjoy the social aspects more than anything they actually learned, but because I typically had few friends, my focus was on homework and my classes.  In my family, I was first one to go to college for four years and actually earn a degree, and I did it because I loved my classes for the most part and my professors.  I had a drive and my mentor nurtured that by giving me the confidence to write more and actually participate in literary conferences when most undergrads didn’t.  Toward the end of my time in college, I realized I wanted to be an English professor, but my family has not exactly been supportive of my endeavors. Continue reading “Chapter 23: In Which the Author has an Existencial Crisis”