#and i got super terrified that saying this will make everyone think I'm transphobic

[megidolaon]

irt 2 my lrb, i've talked abt this before but i really truly adore everything abt roboppis redesign n i love the fact he's trans and it's so upsetting to me that i probably won't be able to ever go back and finish the series n that roboppi being designed as a child is a huge part of that ;; ive let a lot of things slide as a ygo fan but i literally worked myself up to the point of tears just typing the tags on that post fhxjs it's so upsetting to me that cis ppl r acting like it's bad for roboppi 2 be trans . im not going to go into the specifics of my abuse on an unlocked tumblr post abt a ygo character but it really makes me feel sick to see ppl imply that somehow it's worse to be trans than to be a csa victim. like idk maybe it's just the circles or my blacklist catching things for me but the fact ive seen yall be gross and transphobic abt roboppi but never bring up how awful the writing has treated him and how upsetting it is that they introduced him solely to be the butt of jokes w sexual connotations and to make jokes abt how he has no ability to think for himself is. ive loved roboppi since he was introduced the trans reveal was such a delight to find out about esp bcs it makes it clear roboppi has grown and taken control of his own life and has considerable agency now like???? that's so important yall clearly REMEMBER the beginning of vrains bcs u keep talking about how roboppi originally looked and acted - i have 2 wonder if u only read this robot as female bcs of the fact he was subservient and couldn't think for himself lol... but its the trans ppl who r misogynistic

sorry i got sidetracked. my original point is that these people clearly remember the beginning of vrains bcs they won't stop talking about how ropobbi used to look or whatever. so like.. why aren't u furious with vrains for deciding to make these kinds of jokes w a character they later decided was a child. why is ur issue instead that he's trans.

i mean i know why. i know exactly why. but it hurts to admit it's because im a bad person for being trans while my abusers are good, nice cis girls who couldn't have 3ver done anything wrong

p/s i know they r actively trying to rewrite roboppi and ais relationship to be a teacher/mentor or sibling relationship at this point in vrains but that actually makes the whole show even more unwatchable to me so please don't try to convince me otherwise.

tldr im trans and thrilled that roboppi is trans but wish vrains hadn't designed them as a literal child n hate that cis ppl have to constantly expose me to their opinion that being trans is worse than being a csa victim

[queer-as-frikc]

My coming out story is weird, it gets a lil transphobic so tw near the end tw long post too

So, pretty much throughout my time growing up through elementary school and half of middle school, i grew up in a white middle class area. I didnt know about the LGBTQ+ or anything other than what I saw, which was white people and an occasional poc. Eventually I had to move and I ended up in a super diverse area, and ended up becoming best friends with this person (they are ftm now so imma use the right pronouns but they were f when this story mostly takes place) he told me all about things I didnt know, specifically the LGBTQ+ community and that he was pan, and it was new information so just like any 13 year old learning new things, I questioned myself, I questioned if I could like the same sex or not or possibly more.

Sadly, drama happened between my best friend, his girlfriend and I, so thing got a little weird. But there was a time in winter, when he was off that relationship for more than a month and he said he'd like to date me, and I really thought about it before hand and said yeah, I couldnt tell you how happy I was to have this experience.

I told my mom that night, in a round about way cuz I was nervous, "Hey mom, what if I liked girls?" She told me she doesnt think that I do, because I always expressed feelings for guys, and when I tell her I didnt really understand what being gay was when I was younger, I didn't really know it was a possibility. She snapped at me and said, "Unless you are willing to kiss a girl and do the other stuff, you arent gay at all."

Eventually I have a sit down conversation with her, about how confusing this all was and how I wish I knew how I felt, and so on. She said she had a similar questioning phase but it never stuck so she doesnt think I am.

Like a month later I figure it out and dude that was so gratifying. I came out as bi to my mom, who just dismissed the whole thing, but I was terrified to tell my uncle (it's a long story about that, no it's not "sweet home Alabama") because he always said bi's were wh*res so yeah. I ended up telling him, and he goes, "You know my opinion on it but that doesnt mean that I'll disown you or anything." Btw the relationship (dating wise) with my best friend after he came out as ftm because he went back to his ex, it's all cool tho.

So that was that, or so I thought. It was my first year of high school, and I finally really understood the definition of pan, what was holding me back though was the trans experience, I thought because I didnt know what it was like, I couldnt be pan, even though I didnt have a preference, turns out it just means you like people no matter their gender and it like, clicked finally so yeah. I've told my family about that since but I a similar reaction: my mom said she doesnt think I am and she lectured me on my generation having so many labels and how she hated it. My uncle said he appreciated that I was pan more than me being bi which confused me but he just had a better view of pansexual than bisexual. (I explained to both of them what the difference was but idk man)

I believe it was my second year of high school when I really started to question my gender, and that was mostly because I saw a video of what gender dysphoria looks like if it's not that strong and you arent aware for ftm. So like wearing bagging clothes all the time, always wearing sports bras, and practically no other bra, feeling really good if someone accidentally calls you sir, etc. And I was like, oml it's me. But it wasnt, I didnt find that out until later tho. So, with my friend group, I find a name that seems to fit me well and ask them to address me by it and he/him pronouns, as like a test of sorts. (All of my friends are gay in some way so it was cool) In the end tho, I got a little iffy about the whole thing and wouldnt ever correct them at times or it was just off for me. I felt really bad because I thought that they might have thought that I was just trying to force myself to be more like them, but I wasnt, i still felt bad though and kinda dropped it.

I'm not sure 100% how I figured it out tho, but I remember talking to my best friend (not the same one from middle school, they were my best friend as well but they arent the same person) about the whole experience and I believe they brought up the idea of genderfulid, and I was like :0.... what that. They explain it, you go aall over the gender spectrum, some days you might feel like a boy, others you might feel like you have no gender, some days you might feel like your gender is something completely weird and different, that's just what it is. And I was like, "It fits but like, I barely feel femme at any point in time, maybe like once a year." And they tell me, that's ok and stuff as long as my gender just decides to be a completely weird and went all over the place, it counted, so I was like, "I finally figured it out!!!" And i was so happy.

Then came the time I was comfortable enough to tell my parents. I had been using the label genderfuild for over half a year already and I thought that it was what I was so it was ok to tell them. I saw how ok me being gay went, so I was nervous but not as nervous as I should have been, probably. I told my mom first, she went on a similar rant of her no liking my generations labels and such, but it went fine, I explained it, I thought I was through, I thought I was fine, apparently not. One day I'm in the shower and I hear my mom being very expressive with what ever shes talking about to my uncle, which is fine, she needs someone to vent to sometimes. When I get out though, and I can here her clearly, I hear sees complaining about what I told her recently, that I'm genderfulid, but instead of saying that, she only says I want to be a boy. (Oh no) So shes complaining to him, asking why I cant be more like her and just be a masculine girl and be fine, why do I have to fit in with the crowd of my generation to feel special, why cant I just be fine with who I am now? Etc.

The sad thing is, that night, I was going out shopping for pants and underwear with my uncle because I needed some and I wore men's pants already at that point, because they are more durable, and stuff so I knew it was gonna be a long ride. My mom was snippy with me that whole night, just the entire time which sucked.

When we finally left to go get clothes though, I didnt know it could get worse. My uncle lectured me about how that's just my generations fad, and how his was making tattoos and piercings ok in the work place and mine is being trans a gay and all that crap, and that I'm just trying to fit in, I'm not being myself, no matter how much I chop myself up and cut my hair and take hormones my chromosomes will never change and so I can never be an actual guy. He also said that I would bring just more attention to myself being a woman who does guy things rather than try and be one, and he thinks I'm doing this all for attention. I was mad but silent at this point, I didnt want to cause anything to happen. He ended up asking me, "So did you pick a different name?" I was surprised but I said yeah, and my friends were using it and it seemed to fit better. He asked me what it was and fear over took my body. I told him, "I'll only tell you if you dont use it against me if your mad." He says, "i cant promise that." And then gets mad because I wont tell him. Though I do, because I feel obligated since hes buying me clothes. To be even more confusing, he buys me guys underwear, and undershirts along with the predetermined pants he promised me and now I'm so confused.

But it gets even worse. When we get home, my mom freaks out on him because be bought me all that mens stuff and she said he was encouraging my behavior and stuff, he defended with it's just clothes, and yah it is. Eventually things settle down, obviously my mom isnt talking to be, but that's for the best at this point. I'm in the living room with my uncle and he just then starts harassing me with questions like, how do you know? he asks. "Well, I just feel that way, same as you." I say. But why do you wanna be a guy? he asks. "I dont wanna be a guy, it's just weird that way. Also it's not me being a guy, it me being many more than that," I say. He says that's bullsh*t. I offer to show him videos that better explain what trans is and how it's an actual sciencey thing and stuff but he said he wont take a video because he wants me to say it. And then he just goes off, saying the name I picked out shows how self centered I am because I am selfish, he kept asking me if i liked to fight, to catch and play with bugs, to be strong, to be angry all the time, and all these stereotypes for men and I just left, and went to bed. He wasnt going to listen to me, so there wasnt a point to me staying.

But, it gets worse. The morning comes and I'm awoken by the slam of my door by my uncle and the laughter of my mom. My uncle starts being really aggressive and starts cleaning my room, I only have clothes on the floor mostly so that's all it was, but he starts saying, well if you're gonna be a man, imma start training you like one, the man of the house picks up after everyone, the man of the house does everything he can to help the house run smoothly, the man of the house has to be strong, and all that stuff. (Which I thought was funny because he was "the man of the house" yet I did everything, and still do. I clean up most after him, funny huh.) And, I know what's happening and so I stay in bed, I don't want this to happen. But I literally get ripped out of my bed by my uncle and get told to stop being a little b*tch and a brat because I'm being selfish by my mom and I'm yelled at to sit in the living room and wait while my uncle cleans my room. When hes done hes starts lecturing me and being all aggressive and in my face. He keeps asking me a million questions with the tone that he didnt care so I knew he wouldn't listen. Eventually, him and my mom leave, I'm told to stay there until I get back. When they do get back, they act like everything is fine, nothing happened between them and I and it's just been so hard for me to talk to them about that since.

I'm greatful that I dont have to deal with that anymore but every time something that that is brought up with my family, I panic so much now. I'm fine and I'm safe but it was very traumatic for me. And uh, thanks for listening.

hey, thank you so much for sharing your story. this was just. so heartbreaking. noone deserves to have a person like your uncle in their life. im so sorry you had to go through all of that. i hope you’re in a much better place now <3 (also i loveeddd reading about how you figured it out) =)

again, tysm <3

[fire-fira]

I'm panicking because i was about to come out to my fam but everyone is coming out of the woodworks as super transphobic right now. Basically what I'm saying is, can you give us some trans Bart? Maybe a coming out story that ends well because I need something happy right about now

I’ve got you fam, and I’m sorry shit’sgoing down. I hope you’re safe, and that if you do decide to come out to anyonein your family that it goes well. Above all else, try to stay safe. This turned out on the long side, but I hope thishelps.

A Safety Net, Unseen (Ao3 version)

Bart was pacing. This wasn’t good.This was so not good. He’d thoughtthings had been moded when Jaime was on mode and he’d been worrying thatdespite everything he’d done that things would go the way they had in hisoriginal time. But things had been stopped, Jaime had gotten off mode, theReach had been driven off-planet, it was good! Except now it wasn’t.

Wally was dead. That hurt in theworst way. Especially since Wally originally hadn’t died until Bart was 8. Barthad already had several breakdowns over that fact, but this… This was just onemore blow. The unique blend of hormone-suppressors and testosterone that he’dcut down to half-doses since about a week after he’d arrived in this time was gettingclose to running out. Being a speedster, he needed the low level oftestosterone— well, low level for him—in order to push his body in the right direction. Some speedsters developed ata ‘normal’ pace; for others it was like puberty hit them like a truck (fromwhat older-Wally had told Bart, that had been the case with him), so Bart hadn’tbeen willing to risk it. The half-doses had at least made his supply lastlonger, but Bart couldn’t deny the fact that he wasn’t completely flat-chestedanymore. The idea of what that development foreshadowed was like a nightmare.He stopped his pacing and dropped to sit beside his bed to look his supply overagain.

“Four… Five… Damn it!” he hissed as he counted out the remaining half-doses. Therewere fifteen small circular containers in all, almost like small pill-cases— notideal for holding his hormones, but it was all that the resistance had beenable to pull together that had an air-tight seal to safely contain his hormonesupply— and most of them were empty. A little over five, not quite enough forsix doses, likely due to having been in a small panic when he’d originallyreorganized his supply. Memories of the small spill caused by his shaking handshaunted him. He couldn’t go through having a period. He couldn’t.

Okay then. Breathe. He could dothis. Logical solution was that he needed his supply extended. Easiest way toget his supply extended was to have someone create his supply… which meanthaving to tell someone that he was trans. Honestly, that thought terrified him. There was a lot about2016 that Bart didn’t know, but one thing he did know was that things for transpeople weren’t good. Not the worst they had been, but still bad enough thatpeople were dying for being trans.

He had no idea how anyone wouldreact.

He had no idea who to talk to, howto even go about telling them, or who he could trust to not react negatively. Sure, the others on the team did the herothing and were good people (obviously),but he had no idea if they would start treating him differently or if he mightbe driven off the team. Older-Wally had always insisted that Barry never wouldhave disowned Bart for being trans, but now that there was the possibility Bartcouldn’t help but panic over the idea. But he had to tell someone or he was going to be looking at having his body doingthings it had no business doing.

So who?

…

…

…

“I’m gonna die,” Bart groaned. Andof course that was exactly when someone knocked on his door. He scrambled to scoopup his supply in one hand. “Just a minute!” he called out. Not good, not good, not good!

“Bart, are you okay?” Ohhhhh boy itwas Tim. Would Tim freak out? Bart had no idea. Should he tell Tim? Come tothink of it, what good would telling Tim do? Maybe Bart needed to just forgetabout telling anyone— “Bart?”

“Uh- coming! Just one- shit!” Bart dove to catch the containerfor one of his doses that had slipped from his hand and hit the floor. Hard.

Clearly that was enough for Tim todecide not to wait and just go ahead and open the door. Peeking around the edgeof the door he said, “Are you o-?!” He cut off, freezing the moment he saw thesyringe on Bart’s bed in plain view and Bart on the floor with a handful ofsmall containers.

“Thisisn’twhatitlookslikeIswear!”Bart blurted.

Tim leaned back out in the hall andlooked one way then the other before stepping into Bart’s room and closing thedoor. He turned to Bart and quietly hissed, “Bart, what is this? Because I know what it looks like, but I’m hopingI’m wrong.”

What did it look like? It couldn’tlook like what it was, Bart knew that much, so what did— Bart’s eyes widened asit clicked. Oh. OH. Yeah, this had tolook like Bart was doing drugs or something. Not good. “Um, yeah, aboutthat. There’sthisfunnything, you know,andIwasjust- oh god please don’t tell anyone!”

Tim frowned. “Bart. What’s going on?”

Bart nervously gnawed on his lowerlip for a moment or two as he sat up. There was no way around it. Either headmitted what his supply was, or he had to make something up— and with the waythings had been going he had a feeling that Tim would catch him in a lie soonerrather than later. He swallowed nervously, then said with an awkward squeak, “Um…Surprise, I’m trans?”

Tim blinked, an eyebrow raising in acompletely baffled expression. “Wait a second. Wha- Oh.” He frowned.

Bart fidgeted, uncertainty gnawingat his gut. “…Tim?”

“…That’s your hormone supply fromyour time?” The fact that Tim sounded so calm about it was weird.

“Uh… Yeah?” Bart fidgeted again. “You’renot… You’renotbotheredbythefactthatI’mtrans?”

Somehow Tim was able to piece apartwhat Bart had said. “Why would I be?”

“…Andyou’renotbotheredbythefactthatI’malreadyonhormoneseventhoughI’monly14?”

Tim blinked. “You’re gonna have torepeat that a little more slowly.”

Bart raked a hand through his hairand gave a heavy sigh. “You’re not bothered by the fact that I’m already onhormones?”

Tim shrugged. “You’re a speedster.According to medical records puberty hit fast for Wally, so it makes sense thatit might hit fast for you. So it also makes sense that with you being transthat you would try to control that as soon as possible.”

Bart didn’t know whether to beconfused or disturbed. “…You looked at Wally’s medical records?”

“He got poisoned once and Dick hadto do first aid. It was bad enough that it made Dick paranoid, so he completelylooked over Wally’s medical record so he’d have a better idea of how to handleit if anything like that ever happened again. I only saw part of it while I waspassing by.”

There was a long moment of silence,then Bart said, “…Your family is terrifying. I hope you know that.”

Tim didn’t laugh, but he couldn’tkeep the smile from his face. “You’ll get used to it.”

Bart shook his head. “The fact that you’re used to it scares me.”

That did pull a laugh from Tim (though it was a small one). Brushingaside Bart’s disbelief, he calmly asked, “How long until your supply is out?”

“…The fact that you’re so relaxedabout this whole thing when I heard that this time sucked for trans people is kind of weirding me out,” Bart admitted.

Another shrug. “You’re still you. It’snot like you’re any less of a guy because of it.”

Bart definitely hadn’t expected thatsimple statement. He hadn’t expected anyone to get it. He absolutely hadn’t expected Tim to treat it as a simplefact. “…Why do you want to know how long until my supply is out?”

“You’re going to need more. Easiestway to set that up and meet your needs is through the League doctors. I knowhow much longer you have, then I know how much of an emergency it is, and I cantalk Batman into fast-tracking it.” …Had Tim just admitted to being willing tomanipulate his dad? Would it beconsidered manipulation? Bart had no idea.

“Are you telling me that Batman will help make sure I get thehormones I need?”

Tim looked somewhat amused. “Bart,just to give you an idea, Bruce Wayne completely covers all trans-relatedhealth care for Wayne Industries employees. Making things easier for you wouldbe normal for him.”

Bart thought that over for a momentor two. This was… weird. Good, but weird. He looked at the pile of small containersin his hands. No more half-doses, no more having to worry about running out,but there was still one thing… He looked back to Tim. “You’re officially goingto be my backup while I’m telling anyone else. You’re going to back me up, andif anyone gets nasty I’m hiding behind you.”

“Conner would be a better shield youknow.” Tim was definitely edging toward laughing again.

“You have the Bat-glare! No one canstand against the Bat-glare!”

“Okay, I’ll be your backup,” Timlaughed. “Though I doubt you have to worry about anyone on the team or in theLeague.”

Bart huffed and opened the drawer ofhis bedside table to set his supply and the syringe inside before closing itagain. “Alright. Good. Let’s get this over with before I feel like dying.”

“…Do you want to tell everyone atonce? Or just one-by-one?”

“…Batman and Barry first,” he saiddecisively as he headed for the door. He paused. “…I’m gonna die.”

“I promise you won’t die.”

“If I die, make sure I at least lookgood at my funeral.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “I don’t think you’re going to die. Youmight want to bury yourself in a hole, but I don’t think you’ll die.”

As they walked out into the hallBart asked, “How do you think Barry’s going to react?”

“Knowing what I know about him? Youmight get smothered by Barry and Iris being protective for a while.”

(It turned out later that both older-Wally andTim were right. Bart didn’t think the situation could have been more crash,even if it was a little overwhelming.)