I groan, trying to tune out the sound when i feel a soft paw step on my face
"I said wake up, this is important."
"What?" i say, growing more confused.
"Look human you can wake up or i put a claw up your nose, your choice"
My vision slowly comes into focus and the realization dawns on me that the source of my annoyance and involuntary wakefulness is a cat.
"You are a cat?" i say "How can you talk?"
"Ill explain that later, but right now i need your help, like i said its important"
"Uh what do you want from me?" i spit out.
The cat, a medium sized calico looks at me and says with a sigh. "I need you to be my human"
"What?" i say, still not fully awake.
"Look animal control has been following me all day and its been all i can do to evade them, if they catch me, its bad, really bad. What do you think they would do to a talking cat?"
"Oh, huh yeah that wouldn't be good" i reply.
"Exactly, look its not forever just until they leave me alone. Plus, ill pay you."
Sitting up fully i say to the cat "I didnt know cats had money"
"We dont" said the cat. "ill pay you with two dead mice and half of a bird"
"Are you kidding me?" i retort
"Ok ok, and a lizard tail, but thats my final offer"
I rub the sleep out of my eyes and look at the weird talking cat and reply "Look you can stay with me as long as you want, just dont bring me any dead things please"
"Are you sure human? I know you all are terrible hunters and it amazes me that your whole species doesnt starve"
Standing up, i begin walking. "Yeah im sure. Just follow me ok, my place isnt far"
> She was in the midst of transition and unable to secure safe employment considering her yet-to-be-state-sanctioned womanness. I was still in the process of accumulating my still-accumulating student debt, just 20 years old. We had no familial support; our queerness reviled, my family had little-to-no resources to spare.
👍 Sent my sick leave extension paper to my boss (I was late for that). 👍 Took an appointment at a psychiatrist who does CBT and is specialized in burn-out. 👎 Got called « Sir » at the shop even though I had a tiny short, a cute top and huge boobies.
@ctrlaltdog tbh my goal as a transactivist is not to make people comfortable.
I find pointless to feed fellow trans with delusions that will only reinforce the cis-tem.
But I agree with you when you say that we must not be the only audience when this notion comes up.
We're in the first place when it comes to learn how gender norms works because we learn them very consciously so of course we see have no choice but to see the performance in that.
It's the cis who have to open their eyes about the way they're performing their gender.
@ctrlaltdog@amphetamine It's not *our* gender that is a performance. *Gender* as a whole is a performance.
It's stuff that society feed to us constantly. Everyone *learns* what are the gender norms of the society they live in and conforms or resists to them, whether it's by comfort, alienation, choice or necessity.