#but similar to that. is the act of wanting to pass as cis betraying the trans community?
How am I supposed to be bisexual AND trans?
Someone please give me instructions
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I hate how sometimes as a transmasc guy I feel like I'm betraying the cause kind of. Like I end up feeling awkward about stuff that's supposed to be great for women because it's not for me anymore.
Most recent time came when I stumbled upon some reddit drama over women only parking spaces which are in better lit areas close to the exit. I don't want to side with the "I guess I'll identify as a woman for ten minutes while I park" types but sometimes I feel like I'm forced to shove myself back into the woman box if I want that safety.
Also the many "girls in STEM" opportunities. Like it's good that they're there, but I hate having to either feel really uncomfortable but still get the opportunity or try and navigate that world how a man would while I still look and sound like a cis woman.
Also this one orchestra I'm in, where a while ago we were trying to pick a composer to commission, and the director noted that he decided not to put any white male composers on the recommended shortlist. Again, I get where he's coming from, but then I worry that once I transition I'll be just another white male. Maybe that would net me some opportunities if I pass well, but it hurts a bit knowing that in some people's eyes I'll fade into the boring grey amalgamation of suits and ties oppressing everyone else.
I think this is a pretty common experience.
This is what happens when feminism fails trans men & other gender-oppressed people who are not women. Cisfeminism in general forces trans people to fight over who gets to count as a woman & therefore be deserving of feminist support, because the feminist framework being used was never made for us. The fact that trans people who aren't women- or aren't exclusively women, or are read as cis men- are vulnerable and under-represented goes ignored & we struggle to have our voices heard.
Its also part of the harmful ways trans men are expected to act in order to have our identities respected. We are expected to pass, go stealth (or at least not bring up being trans "too much"), and never talk about how our experiences differ from those of cis men. Nonbinary & genderqueer transmascs are expected to either dissociate themselves from men or never talk about being NB/GQ. We are told we are othering ourselves when we point out that groups in which cis men are heavily represented have never featured trans men to any remotely similar extent. It sucks and its part of "affirming" transmasc erasure: instead of being erased through misgendering, we are erased by having our transness ignored so no one actually has to confront societal & individual bigotry against trans-men.
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hello !! i’m anna ( 8teen , they / them , aest ) & i’m currently playing just the one muse — asher lau , the victor of the 70th hunger games , from district two , who seems like the softest victor ever because he hates killing people but is also a world - class backstabber . think richard iii crossed with hamlet . i hate him . for more information , read on , and hit the like button or message me on discord at anna#9701 if you’d like to plot !
[ MARK TUAN , CIS MALE , HE / HIM . ] introducing asher lau , VICTOR of the 70th hunger games , representing district two . my sources say that they are twenty - six years old , & that they’re pretty handy with explosives & close - range weapons . wonder if that did them any good in the arena ? anyways , caesar says you can’t miss them , because they remind everyone of broken , unfinished statues with sharp edges ; the colour of the horizon half an hour after sunset ; silent tears and shaking hands ; promises that were never meant to be kept .
statistics
name : asher lau
nickname/s : ash
age : twenty - six
gender : cis male
pronouns : he / him
orientation : bi
occupation : stonemason
face claim : mark tuan
persona
asher is a very … interesting person . he’s always been a very gentle & soft - seeming person , even after the games revealed what he was capable of . and he is a fairly soft person , for the most part — he’s just also a little … machiavellian .
he has an odd moral compass — he hates violence , but he views things like honesty and loyalty as a sort of foolishness or naïveté and very rarely is completely honest . lies make up his entire life .
when he’s around others , asher acts sure of himself . he pretends that he’s proud of what he did to win , that he believes he deserved to win . people have certain expectations of district two victors , and he seems to fill them perfectly . if he were a capitol resident , he would have been an actor .
some other words that can describe asher : pensive / withdrawn , clever / analytical , unforgiving , deceptive .
just for fun , here are his dark core test results ! he’s not a great person , yike . ( they’re not wholly accurate , the egoism is way off , he has no self - esteem )
early life
tw : death , minor child neglect
asher lau was the youngest of four children — key word being was . for the first six years of his life , everything was normal — he stayed home with his mother until he was old enough for school , while his elder siblings were all already at school — and his eldest brother spent all his free time training to become a peacekeeper , which their parents frowned upon , because the family had never been one of those district two families , far more focused on their craft , producing stunning statues and decorations for capitol buildings .
his eldest sister , the second - eldest child in the family , was the first to die , killed in a freak accident at the quarry . a poorly - timed explosion , a weak patch of earth , a rockfall , and the number of lau children went down .
his eldest brother , the peacekeeper - in - training , was the second — killed in one of the hunger games when asher was still young , ten at the oldest .
then it was just asher and his other elder brother — who passed away of illness when asher was fifteen .
his parents are still alive , but were never particularly close to any of their children , always busy taking on important commissions from capitol residents .
so by fifteen , asher was pretty much alone , and as such chose to throw himself into things that made him feel less lonely : peacekeeper / hunger games training and art . despite being a child , he’d already attracted a following of richer people who liked his work — small garden statues shaped to look like famous people , miniature carvings of architecturally significant places such as past arenas or capitol buildings . his popularity only grew with time .
despite being a mason , and therefore spending most of his time carving , asher also learned how to quarry stone , becoming adept with explosives and learning where to place them to maximise the yield / avoid a rockfall .
the 70th hunger games
tw : death / murder , violence , arachnids
when asher volunteered for the hunger games at age twenty - two , he didn’t quite realise what he was getting himself into . sure , he’d trained for it like every other kid in district two , but he was never expecting to be put into that position — when the poor 18 - year - old who very clearly didn’t want to be picked had their name called out , and nobody else stepped forwards , he’d called out on instinct . a stupid , reckless thing to do — he’d never excelled at combat , and most of his skills lay in masonry — working with a chisel or a hammer or , occasionally , explosives . but it was too late to back out .
the other tribute for district two was a career tribute called marielle klippe , barely nineteen and already as violent as a peacekeeper . she didn’t get along well with asher — he was far too soft , in her eyes , and were it not for him befriending a number of the other career tributes before the games and making himself an invaluable ally that way , she’d probably have killed him at the very start of the games .
he went into the games with the expectation that he wouldn’t make it out alive — after all , he was probably the weakest district two tribute in years . he’d scored fairly low in the training evaluations with an unimpressive display of his limited skills , and all he had was a tentative alliance with the career tributes from districts one , two and four , a vague plan to snatch something sharp and stabby , and his pre - existing near - encyclopaedic knowledge of how to blow things up with minimal resources .
the 70th hunger games arena was a huge canyon ( comparable to bryce canyon in appearance ) , with towering cliffs hemming the tributes in and a tiny creek winding its way through . what little plantlife existed was sparse and scraggly , and the cornucopia and starting platforms were situated on one of the few relatively open spaces in the entire arena , approximately in the centre .
this arena proved advantageous to asher , who’d spent his entire life working with rocks and so was in his element . he managed to acquire a respectably - sized axe from the cornucopia , with help from his allies — they’d come to an agreement that was something along the lines of ‘ let’s pick off all the other tributes first and then it can be a free - for - all ’ . while asher was never fond of weapons , he’d had enough experience in whacking things ( stone , mostly ) with hammers and the like , so an axe was probably a good choice .
the games went just about the same as any others initially , with the career tributes hunting down the less experienced ones . but , the gamemakers being the gamemakers , there were twists coming — namely in the form of mutts . huge spider / scorpion hybrid creatures ( similar to the canyon crawlers from atla , but worse ) came scuttling over the edges of the cliffs on the fifth day of the games , when there were fourteen tributes still alive . asher rigged an explosion on one of the cliff faces , using a sponsor’s donation , bringing down a huge rockfall that left six tributes dead and crushed the vast majority of the mutts . one of the six was his fellow district two tribute , marielle ( whose family were absolutely furious with asher when he returned home ) .
the next few days were , according to viewers at home , incredibly dull — the eight remaining tributes spent this time searching for or establishing hideouts , hunting down the rest of the mutts and generally taking their time to recover from the deaths of their friends and allies .
the vicious murdering started back up again soon enough — the gamemakers announced a feast , where there would be four things up for grabs : a water purification kit , because the tiny creek was growing polluted with blood , dirt and god - knows - what ; a loaf of bread , because they were beginning to run short on food , having been in the arena for nine days at this point ; a first aid kit , helpful for if the gamemakers unleashed another experiment against the tributes ; and a crossbow with a snarky note attached — ‘ if you’re not going to go near each other , perhaps you can pick the rest off with this ’ . the supplies were all perched atop a rocky spire close to the centre of the arena , forcing the tributes to climb to the top in order to acquire them .
asher , who had stuck with the two remaining career tributes ( one from district four and one from district one ) and gained popularity for his useful skill , was nominated as the one from their group who ought to go to gather the supplies . despite being well aware that they were trying to get him killed since he’d pretty much outlived his usefulness , he went — but slowly . by the time he reached the spire , there were already three people climbing it , while two stood guard at the bottom . rather than attempt to take them all out , asher approached carefully , with his weapon held low in a gesture of peace , intending to negotiate a new alliance or truce . a brief duel ensued , though it ended in an agreement that he would help the five of them to take out the career tributes , after which they would all be able to turn on one another without the danger posed by those two .
that didn’t go quite as planned — they’d intended to sneak up on the career tributes and ambush them , but the secret had gotten out . nobody was quite sure which of them had betrayed the others , but the fact remained : they’d known they were coming , and the ambush failed spectacularly . within minutes , eight became three : a district four tribute , a district seven tribute , and asher , who had stood back and watched the battle unfold from a safe distance .
as the audience and final non-career tribute were about to discover , this was because asher had been the one to sell them out . his triple - crossing was an impressive feat , and people saw him as a manipulative genius — although he maintains that it was mostly luck that they bought his act of loyalty .
the final three tributes were in a standoff , nobody willing to make the first move — at this point , a misjudged blow could mean the difference between death and victory . and , well , the longer you hold onto life the less you want to lose it .
it happened so quickly that to this day , asher isn’t entirely sure what really happened . but it went something like this : the district seven tribute lunged at asher , who barely dodged and received a deep gash on his shoulder from their knife ; then the district four tribute decided to join in by attacking the district seven tribute . asher , trying desperately not to think too hard about what he was going to do , grabbed the first weapon available to him — the axe he’d acquired at the beginning of the games and not really used since — and half - swung , half - threw it at the other two , watching in revulsion as the blade separated a head from a body and buried itself in the other’s skull .
the end of the 70th hunger games was considered by viewers to be a somewhat fitting one , though not the most exciting .
asher’s final body count was eight , only two of which were direct , and he came out of the arena with only a shoulder wound and acute dehydration .
after the games
the past four years have been rather eventful for asher . he’s mentored a number of tributes through the games , to varying degrees of success ( nero being the only one that’s survived thus far ) . he grew far more withdrawn in the months after his games & the victory tour , retreating to his new home in the victors’ village to carve stone in silence .
his garden slowly filled with statuettes of scenes from his nightmares — mostly his games , but other things as well . it became his way of working through his thoughts — and there’s something satisfying about watching these things that have caused him so much trauma be turned into perches for birds .
in the capitol , he’s become something of a celebrity — popular amongst younger citizens for his soft - spoken - ness and apparent gentleness ( although he’s well aware that those aren’t the only traits they find attractive … capitol people are weird ) .
despite this popularity — actually , no , because of this popularity , asher doesn’t venture into the capitol particularly often . he has never been fond of crowds , and even less so when they’re actually paying attention to him . even during the lead up to the games , he tends to keep to himself when he’s not mentoring tributes .
congrats ! you made it to the end of this absolute monstrosity ! sadly , i ran out of braincells , so i haven’t included any wanted connections , but i’m open to anything .
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“First, we make them look. Then, we make them scared.”
■ ABOUT. ■
name: Remy Stormwind
age: twenty-four
pronouns: he/him
occupation: Assassin
gender: cis male
sexuality: homosexual
■ HISTORY. ■
The Royals of Purgatory had spread it’s wings from California to five other charters across the country, one of them being in Chicago, Illinois. The first president of the Chicago faction was Rhys Stormwind, who had the challenge of competing with the city’s many rival gangs to claim dominion over all it’s treasure. His strategy was simple, one the Royals were quite known for. Obliterate the competition by any means necessary. Remy’s grandfather began the legacy of not only the Royals, but of the Stormwind name itself. Leading with a combination of respect, fear, and sheer ruthless force, Rhys brought in the money through heavy weaponry manufacturing. Members of the Royals gang walked the streets of Chicago with their heads held high, with no fear towards any cop or rival gang. When he finally retired, he passed the leadership to his son, Remy’s father. Robert Stormwind successfully expanded the business side of of the Royals, using the cover of many successful restaurants across the city to fool the authorities. He also began making deals with some of the city’s most influential politicians, proving the Stormwind name proud for a time. During his reign, he met his wife and they had two sons; his older brother, Rory, and himself.
Even at a young age, everyone around Remy compared him to both his infamous grandfather and his precise father. He challenged authority, was unafraid of confrontation, and calculated most of his decisions based on who he was dealing with at the time. His brother showed great potential as well, mainly in his passion and charisma. They grew up with the knowledge that his brother, Rory, would eventually take their father’s place as president and Remy would be his right hand man, dealing with any potential threats they would face. They were treated like true royalty throughout their youth and while his brother was a bit more bashful, Remy soaked it all up to his advantage. He learned how to fight, attended his father’s meetings, and even learned how to fire a weapon by the time he was fourteen. It was very clear to everyone around that Remy planned on being a Royal no matter what. He saw the gang as his family, every single one of them, and that soon it would be him and his brother’s turn to guide them to glory.
The Stormwind’s fall from grace was one that could have been prevented. Thanks to his grandfather, Remy’s father reigned in a time with hardly any conflict. When whispers of of a traitor began circulating the gang, no one could handle themselves. His grandfather demanded a ruthless approach, force the truth out and then deal with the traitor in a way that would make anyone with similar thoughts think twice before betraying them. His father thought it was too rash and figured he could handle the situation quietly. He was wrong. Remy was sixteen when the cops raided his home, but they weren’t ordinary cops. Without proof of a warrant, they opened fire on his brother and both his parent while he was away at school. Remy remembers the way his lungs pained from all the screaming he did. His whole world collapsed on him and all because his father did nothing when action needed to be taken. The Royals had to elect a new leader and began focusing on regrouping. His grandfather wasn’t confident that whoever betrayed their family would stop coming for Remy’s life now that his father was dead. Pulling some strings, his well connected father was able to have Remy stay with a Royals member in New York City to finish school. He warned his grandson not to return, but to begin a new life and a new legacy for the Stormwinds. A couple of weeks after he left for New York, his grandfather died in his sleep.
Now living in New York, Remy focused on finishing school as fast as he could so he could hurry and join the Royals as one of their assassins. He got along with the other new members well enough over the years and was beginning to think of them all as his new family when they Royals faced another betrayal. Tubb’s double crossing heavily reminded Remy of his family’s fall in Chicago, something he refused to let happen again. Over the next five years Remy managed to take out everyone his president wanted him too.
■ WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON? ■
Despite his dedication to the gang, Remy does know how to let loose. Over the years he’s been known to celebrate anything and everything with his fellow members. He known for his teasing which, for the most part, is harmless and all in good fun. Losing his family has definitely taught him that sometimes it’s nice to live in the moment.
Remy is proud to be a Royal and to be a Stormwind. He may not be as big of a visionary as his brother was, but he wanted nothing more than to help The Royals return to their former glory. As an assassin, he’s known for his signature weapons, a pair of claw hammers that bring the pain and fear to anyone who dares to cross his new family. His new targets? Tubbs and these good for nothing posers he calls a gang. The man has a lot of nerve showing his face again, let alone try to claim the city as his own. What he wouldn’t give to be the one to take this man’s life and erase one of the biggest blimps in their history for good.
■ KEEP THIS AWAY FROM YOUR ENEMIES ■
The only way to get rid of the traitor and his devils is to rage war on them, just like his grandfather would before him. The way the Royals have been handling things, with politics and rules, he can’t agree with. There are no rules when it comes to defending your territory. He just can’t seem to get them to see that. So if he can’t get his own gang to start this war, he has to try to get his enemy to start it. It’s as easy as sneaking into their territory (although none of it is theirs in his opinion) marking a prophet of their gang, and then leaving their dead bodies on display for the whole world to see. Then repeat. He doesn’t see this as betraying his gang, despite the fact that they took him in when he had nothing left for him. In fact, that’s exactly why he’s doing this. Only through the blood of their enemies can they rise and enter the golden age of their legacy. That’s what he wants for his new family, and he won’t stop until he can accomplish it.
■ RELATIONSHIPS. ■
■ Malcolm Alcott: Friendly competition is healthy for anyone trying to grow and master their skills and there’s no one else Remy loves to hate than Malcolm Alcott. Granted, he thinks he’s way out of the other’s league in just about everything, but he can admit that the other has proven him wrong…once or twice.
■ Travis Patterson: When he lost his entire family, Travis was the one who took him in. He was the first to show him that he could have a new family and he will never forget his act of kindness. He is forever in his debt.
■ CONNECTIONS. ■
■ Anastasia Jones > Friend
■ Chris Krongold > Friend
Remy Stormwind is an TAKEN character and is portrayed by Gavin Leatherwood who’s FC IS NON-NEGOTIABLE.
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Oh, I love this! May we know more about Jaz, pretty pretty please? (Does Jason still dies? Please say no!)
it’s ME, do you think that i could let jason die if i could help it??
jason has a much larger weakness to mother figures than jaz does. jaz is a lot less willing to extend any amount of trust towards possible bio mom sheila--which is good, considering that if they went along with it with their guard down, they would’ve been lured into a trap and brutally murdered by the joker. no thanks!
as you can imagine, jason is more well-adjusted than in other canons because he was not killed or almost killed by the joker at 16.
jaz and jason are robin at the same time. it was suggested that they have separate codenames, but this was shot down because they both want to be robin.
(”do you want one of us to be batboy?” jason demands. “i’m not gonna be batboy.”
“i don’t wanna be batboy, either,” jaz says. “that’s the name of a reject robin.”
“the name of a shitty bargain-bin robin.”
“technically, i am getting a deal on robins,” bruce says.
“you can be batboy then!”)
because no one has an untimely death, the role of robin does not pass over to tim during a time of desperate need for a stabilizing influence on batman, and therefore jason doesn’t resent bruce for replacing him or tim for being his replacement. tim becomes robin in the same way that everyone else does: bruce sees a tiny child in need, sees that he is in a position to help them, and goes “oh, no.”
jason and jaz respectfully retire from the position of robin and move cities entirely to help dick over in bludhaven.
(”WHAT IS A GOTHAM GOLDEN CHILD DOING IN BLUDHAVEN,” someone tweets in distress. accompanying their tweet is a photo of jaz, who is sitting on the other side of their classroom.
someone else responds with: “grayson went to bludhaven around the time bruce wayne picked up the todds & bruce wayne is apparently in the process of adopting another kid rn. bludhaven might just b where gotham kids go to escape their adopted sibs”
the original poster replies to this, shaken, “are you telling me that gothamites view bludhaven as a vacation spot? this is the most terrifying thing anyone has ever said to me”)
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jaz’s vigilante name is nightingale, which immediately pegs them as a double-act with nightwing, but i wanted a bird name and if leliana could use the name nightingale, so can i
they’ve got the same sort of blue stripe that nightwing’s got going on, as well as the domino mask, but their outfit as a whole is more reminiscent of red hood’s--suit beneath a jacket and trousers, belt, boots, etc. they use escrima sticks like nightwing does, but they transition comfortably between impact and edged weapons, with the same sort of “if they don’t go down when beaten, they’ll go down when bleeding” mindset that jason has
jaz, dick, and bruce are all similar in that they all go where the need is. sometimes you have to make a choice on what thing or person needs you more, because you can’t take care of everyone and everything at the same time. you can’t. something will always be your priority.
in ‘verses where it’s just dick who’s trying to meet people’s needs, he gets so strained, because he can’t give all of himself to everyone who needs something from him. jaz helps, though. they can go where he can’t. like--between damian and tim, dick’s gonna go after damian. damian’s a kid and dick’s responsible for him. and jaz can go after tim in his stead
in one of my aus, where jaz lands in an alternate universe where there’s no native jaz and therefore everything went predictably to shit:
"Dick is the only Robin who made it to eighteen," Jaz says. "Have you thought about what you'll be after?"
Tim pauses, expression shifting. "Not really," he admits. "I haven't needed to. Until now, I guess."
Jaz puts a hand on his shoulder. "Hey. Even if Damian does become Robin, that doesn't mean you're being kicked out. Damian is a ten-year-old who's been trained by the League of Assassins. He needs to be supervised, and you don't anymore. And besides," they add, "you're not the only one whose partner is being stolen. We could team up."
He smiles hesitantly. "I haven't patrolled with you yet. Let's start there."
(i gave up on understanding the dc timeline so the ages i go by are “if damian is 10, tim is 18, jason is 22, and dick is 25″ since i think that dick is 28ish when damian is 13?)
dick, jason, and jaz are all pretty tight-knit with each other, but their next favorite batkids are all different? dick is close with babs and damian, jason is close with cass, jaz is close with tim...
ALSO if it was not obvious, jaz/dick is a thing. generally i do not write romantic relationships involving si/ocs, because i am aromantic, but i make an exception for dick grayson. (”you are my only exception” by paramore plays in the distance) they’re very cute together and playful and fun and sweet. i have a soulbond au where they’re soulmates. i almost never write soulmate aus. that is how much i love them
more things i want to say but that i’ve run out of steam for paragraphs about:
jaz adopts a black cat and names him catman. they take snaps of him zooming around their apartment with the caption “nya nya nya nya catman”
they are the singular robin whose favorite hero/vigilante is batman. however it should be noted that bruce wayne is not their favorite; batman is. the absurdity of a growling man of the night accompanied by a brightly-colored acrobatic child is so utterly charming
in jazverse canon, jaz is nonbinary and uses they/them pronouns and tim is trans and uses he/him pronouns. bruce wayne has not messed up their pronouns Once and, when other people misgender his kids, he always makes sure to say The Correct Pronouns Or Terminology in his response. #BruceWayneSaysTransRights is a real hashtag
jason and jaz are protective of each other. i’m not saying that jaz would’ve decked sheila in the face, but i’m also not saying that they wouldn’t
the imagery of jason and jaz attending gotham academy is so funny. like. they’re from fuckin crime alley and then they get adopted by bruce wayne and now they go to the Elite Private Academy of gotham where everyone is rich and snobby. they read the lord of the flies for english class and agree that the events of the novel are made possible only by virtue of being populated entirely by rich white cis boys. their discussion immediately goes to “so if that happened with our class, who would die first” because, to quote jason todd, “even if no one tried asserting dominance, these kids have the survival instincts of a toddler”
jaz’s full name is jasmine and their nicknames are jaz and jazzy. dick calls them hummingbird sometimes because they’re short and have adhd. also because they looked Utterly Betrayed by dick and jason both having -bird nicknames but not them
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Some of you were kind enough to enable me, and so, here it is. Almost 2,600 words of everything wrong with Makoto Shinkai's 'Your Name', because gosh diddly dang it am I tired of seeing it heaped with baseless praise. This analysis contains spoilers for the whole movie, so read at your own risk!
Stashing it under cut for length.
Everything Wrong with 'Your Name': A Really Long Chunk of Media Analysis
'Your Name' is a top-grossing, critically acclaimed anime feature by Makoto Shinkai. It is, in short, about a teen girl from a small south-of-nowhere town and a teen guy from Tokyo, who mysteriously find themselves spending entire days in each other's bodies. They fall in love, as every guy and girl are meant to do, and it is then revealed that (1) the boy lives three years in the future, (2) the girl's town is to be unexpectedly destroyed by a stray chunk of comet, and so the guy goes back in time through her body to save her and the people of her town. They meet like a decade later and presumably get married and live happily ever after, the end.
This movie, with its gorgeous animation, artistic directing and beautiful original soundtrack by popular band Radwimps, was quick to achieve immense commercial and critical success. So just what is it that's wrong with it? Boy. Where do I begin.
It's phenomenally lazy in its writing.
The movie opens with intersecting inner monologues by the two main characters, in which they very melodramatically narrate the gaping void in their hearts without each other, and establish the fact that they are soulmates. Yes, five seconds in we are told are plainly told by the characters that they are soulmates, without knowing who they are or what kind of dynamic they have. This is a very convenient move: instead of having to go through the effort of selling us on their romance through the story, the writer just tells us from the get-go we have to be invested in it.
Unsurprisingly, at no point does the movie back this up with actual development.
By the nature of this story, the main pairing cannot interact. It's very on the nose with its star-crossed lovers thing. Their only way of getting to know each other is through memos they leave on each other's phones while in their bodies, and through how their surroundings treat them. Since they spend a couple days in each other's bodies per week, and only leave one memo a day -- usually a summary of what they did while in each other's bodies, to provide a reference for when they change back -- there is no real back-and-forth interaction even over text.
What I'm saying is this story is selling us an epic romance between two people who have never spoken once in their lives. It does this exclusively through cheap, external narrative stunts: first the monologues in the beginning, and then, around a third of the way in, through a supporting character telling the main boy that he's acting like he's in love with someone, which of course instantly opens his eyes to his feelings that the writer spent absolutely no time trying to actually develop. Oldest trick in the book.
The two of them interact for a single, two-minute scene, fifteen minutes or so before the movie ends. When the girl's town is about to be destroyed by the comet, through the magic of love and God-knows-what, their timelines briefly manage to intersect and allow them to interact. This hugely crucial moment in is written in the shallowest, most unsatisfying manner imaginable: in the story's biggest and only chance to sell the viewers on the depth of their supposed love, it offers us a stock guy-on-girl anime interaction, stuffed so full of stereotypes you could fill a bingo card with it: the girl cries emotionally at the sight of him, she blushes and huffily calls him a pervert and an idiot, she bashfully asks him if she looks pretty and then gets huffy, again, over his unenthusiastic response. The guy, like every main character in a romance anime, offers nothing but lukewarm, inane reactions, despite the fact he just spent half the movie scrambling to save this girl's life and finally gets to meet her against all odds. Not a word of real substance or emotional value is spoken between them, but the scene is framed oh so very prettily, with the sunset fading in the background accompanied by swelling violin music. So of course, we're supposed to be deeply touched.
Yeah, no.
It's so mind-numbingly stereotypical in its handling of gender and romance, you'd think it was written fifty years ago.
Instead of giving the characters actually unique and compelling personalities, the guy and girl's personalities can be aptly summed up as 'guy' and 'girl'. The guy is rough around the edges, quick to anger, loud and brash, physically strong, likes sports, incapable of doing anything too intricate or gentle with his hands. The girl is sensitive, emotional and highly concerned with others' view of her, gets self-conscious easily, good at sewing, and dreams of living a stylish life in Tokyo where she can go to cute cafes. There is not one, single aspect to these characters that betrays the generic societal expectations of what 'a guy' and 'a girl' are like.
Aha! But make no mistake. It's necessary for them to have these exact personalities, because 90% of the humor in this movie hinges on gender essentialist jokes. The whole first half of the film, where it's still light-hearted before gearing into melodrama mode, carries the punchline: 'Look! A girl acting like a boy! A boy acting like a girl! How wild is this, you guys?!' To name some of the fresh and inventive jokes it provides us with: the boy, when in the girl's body, cannot put her hair in the right hairdo; he sits open-legged; he gets into fights; he makes her suddenly excellent at sports, which earns her a long list of female admirers, much to her dismay. The girl, when in the boy's body, initially refers to herself in an inappropriately feminine manner; she acts timid and delicate; one of the guy's friends comments 'don't you think he's kind of cute today' while blushing, which of course gets him a weird look from his other friend, because what the hell dude, that’s, like, gay.
There's a lot that can be done with body-swapping narratives, especially when the swap is with a member of the opposite sex. It can be used as a tool for some incredibly interesting psychological exploration, as well as delving into potentially queer themes. The female protagonist herself even declares at the beginning of the movie that she wishes she could be a guy, but you know, not in a weird way, or anything. The movie isn't interested in that, of course, because it's very important for it to be about a boy and a girl who are very cis and straight and who fall in love in the most banal way possible. Which is fine, I mean, that's the standard, but couldn't it be a little less offensive about it?
The thing about this movie is that while it attempts to pass itself off as a dual protagonist movie, that's really not the case. Once the plot gets rolling and there's a comet to be stopped, the female character is taken completely out of the picture for maybe a third of the movie, now in the role of a helpless damsel for the guy to rescue. She is not active in any way; she does not contribute to the plot, despite it revolving around saving her hometown. The guy searches, researches, travels physically as well as metaphysically, plans, warns, blows shit up, evacuates, She only does one, single thing, at the very end, which is speak to the town's mayor -- her father -- to convince him of the coming danger. And that's not even shown on-screen.
Oh, yes, and a running gag throughout the movie is: every single time the boy wakes up in the girl's body, he spends a good fifteen minutes fondling her breasts. He even comments, at some point, that 'doing this is bad for her', before happily continuing on. The girl finds out about it -- through her sister commenting on it, of course, not like they guy would come clean -- and confronts him about it during their single shared scene (where she blushes and calls him a pervert), at which he lies and states that it was only the one time, and she forgives him and lets it go. Because that's how you treat the love of your life, folks!
Nothing about the plot makes any goddamn fucking sense.
The ultimate reveal of the film is that the guy and the girl began swapping bodies for the purpose of saving the town from the comet. It's revealed, in addition, that the girl's mother and grandmother went through similar body-swapping experiences in their youth -- except they never led to anything, and were written off as 'dreams'.
Let's go over this again. Some cosmic force of the universe wanted to save the townspeople from death by a meteor crash, and its way of doing so was... to have a certain family of women swap bodies with random big-city men from the not-distant future, over the course of fifty-odd years?
What?
Why?
Let's start with the time discrepancy. Why is it there? Oh, the answer is simple: so you can have the motif of 'love that crosses time and space' reappear in the movie over and over again, lest the audience forgets how epic this romance is. But otherwise? Absolutely no reason. Because, you see, while you could say that the boy could use his knowledge from the future to save the town in time... he doesn't. It's only until after the girl's timeline in the past reaches the point where she and her entire town are killed that the guy discovers it in his timeline, and to save her, he has to go back in time -- not just by his definition of time, but by her definition of time as well. So if the guy was going to find out about the destruction after the fact and go back in time anyway... what narrative purpose does the time gap even possess? None. None at all.
Continuing: why did they choose to mention this has been a thing for generations? It raises more questions than it answers. It didn't take long for the main characters to realize the body swapping isn't just some weird dream, seeing as it left a very real imprint on their real lives and was acknowledged repeatedly by everyone around them. How in the world would the generations before them somehow manage to overlook this? And what would even be the point of warning the town of an up and coming comet fifty years in advance, when there's no way to prove it or any chance anyone would believe it? Yet even so-- if that's truly the method the universe has its eyes set on, why did it just give up on the girl's grandmother and mother, content to bring them closer to annihilation while waiting for the next generation to be born? What are the logistics of any of this?
Then, of course, you have the biggest question of all: How is a seventeen year old Tokyo boy with no special skills equipped to deal with a meteor strike? If we're really meant to accept he was chosen for a higher purpose, wouldn't it make sense to have him be fit to fulfill said purpose? Had the movie waved it all off as some grand cosmic joke or whatever, then sure, it would've still been a total disaster, but at least we would've had one less point to critically analyze it from. But if we're to consider that the whole crux of the story, supposedly, is to keep the comet from wiping out the town, the whole thing completely falls apart.
There are a hundred more effective ways they could've gone about this narrative. First of all: there's no reason for the boy to even be involved. I mean-- again, yes, for the star-crossed romance drama. But from a practical storytelling point? The only advantage he has over the girl is the knowledge of the comet's arrival. That's it. So thinking about it logically, this could've been a movie about her and her alone, if she were just granted visions of the future. It sure would've saved a whole lot of mess, confusion, and needless bumbling around.
But since it needs to be about the both of them, for the romance and all, why not make it.... actually about the both of them? Why not make it about the both of them working together to save the town, instead of the girl being completely absent from such a large and critical chunk of the movie dedicated to her own life and home? Or better yet, why not have each one of them work to save the other's timeline? As things are, there's no reason for the girl to even get channeled into the boy's body in the first place. His timeline doesn't need her intervention, and does not benefit from it -- in fact, the central plot would not have suffered in any way if all scenes featuring the girl in the guy's body were cut clean off. Wouldn't this have been a much more compelling, logical story if it were about two individuals who were specifically chosen to intervene with each other's lives due to their individual skillsets and personalities? If they could do something for each other that they couldn't do for themselves, and learn from each other in the process? Wouldn't that have made a lovely movie?
Well, that's not Your Name. Instead, Your Name is a pretentious, overly-budgeted nonsense salad where the head writer seems to have produced the central motifs out of a hat filled with random things he finds cool. No element of the story can be backed up by the plot's actual demands, and a lot of them clash and override each other. The movie tries to incorporate the theme of past lives and reincarnation by alluding to it in dialogues and in the soundtrack's lyrics, for the sole purpose that it sounds epic and full of pathos, even when the body swapping has nothing to actually do with it. It incorporates the theme of star-crossed lovers traveling through time and space, even when, as mentioned, there's no reason for the time gap to be there in the first place. And most prominent and embarrassing of all -- the central motif of names is horribly, laughably forced at every junction. It's as though the idea of 'they fall in love without knowing each other's names' was the original basis for the story, but as it developed the writer realized it makes no sense for them to spend entire days in each other's bodies without finding out their names -- and stubbornly refused to let the motif go, because the feels, you guys. So the two protagonists, having found out each other's names, go on to forget them, recall them, forget them, recall them, and forget them again all in the span of about twenty-five minutes, with no rhyme or reason to it beyond 'this is what would make this particular moment especially dramatic'. It really encapsulates the whole movie's approach to writing: transparently manipulative with no logical backbone, dressed up in as many frills, ribbons and pretty words as possible to tug at the viewers' heartstrings, in the hopes of making them overlook the fact there's absolutely nothing of value underneath.
Well, what can I say. It clearly succeeded. Good on you, Makoto Shinkai.
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What Sarees Can Teach Cis Feminists About Trans* Solidarity
(This article was originally published on Medium on June 11, 2015.)
Stop Saying Caitlyn Jenner Is Doing Femininity Wrong
In the midst of America’s earnest “trans moment”, a strong call for opposition is making itself heard even in progressive — and feminist — media.
It’s coming from inside the house
Trans* acceptance was never going to be a slam dunk, not even with the stupendous combined charm of Laverne Cox and Caitlyn Jenner, nor with the help of that old reliable — airbrushed sex appeal — thrust at us from magazine covers to proclaim their inauguration into True American Womanhood™. Nothing about upending gender expectations is ever that easy.
So this is where we are. The more we publicly the celebrate transgender acceptance, the more anti-trans worms continue to crawl out of the patriarchal woodwork. This is no surprise. To do my bit as a cis ally to trans people, I was ready to write to, reason with, and educate the haters. What is surprising is that so many of the haters are fellow feminists.
Meet the TERFs
Like many Tumblr-toting Roxane-Gay-quoting internet feminists, I had been under the impression that the old guard Trans-Exclusionary Radical Feminists — TERFs — were a dying breed. The internet circles I lurk in are trans-friendly spaces, at least in name. My Twitter feed was full of trans-positive articles even before Laverne Cox hit the front pages of American media. My favorite reddit communities ban on sight anyone who suggests that trans men aren’t really men, or that it would be dangerous to allow trans women into ladies’ toilets.
But about a week ago, I began to see some startlingly transphobic articles being shared on my carefully culled Facebook feed. Several feminists that I admired were openly disparaging the manner and style and details of Caitlyn Jenner’s public transition.
Some of them went the unabashedly bigoted route, linking to articles like Matt Walsh’s screed, “Calling Bruce Jenner A Woman Is An insult To Women”. Such hatefulness and incoherence is easy to refute (though not defeat). It’s difficult for progressives to take a christian conservative cis white man seriously when he says Caitlyn Jenner is “Disgusting, frankly.” Chalk it up to yet another thing Matt Walsh is wrong about today, and move on.
Other feminists have taken the more subtly transphobic path, criticizing Ms Jenner for playing up stereotypes about femininity. Today an NYT op-ed by Elinor Burkett, for example, is outraged at Chelsea Manning for saying she feels more emotionally sensitive since transitioning, and takes Ms Jenner to task for looking forward to wearing nail polish openly in public after her transition. These attacks are so much harder to deal with because they grow from a germ of truth. Most women alive today grew up battling these stereotypical, insulting assumptions about femininity by the world at large: that women are “too emotional”, that women are obsessed with superficialities like make-up and nail polish, that women are biologically hardwired this way and therefore calling women silly or superficial is not sexism!When we see these insults being given new life by the statements of transgender women in the public eye, we wince.
Yes, I admit it. I winced too.
But then I remembered the sarees.
The story of the sarees
This is where I tell you a little about my roots. I am from India. I grew up in Bengaluru in the ‘80s and ‘90s, back when it was still Bangalore and quite a lot more socially conservative than it is today, though much more liberal than many other parts of India.
One of the fiercest battles I waged then was against the dress code imposed on me: traditionalism first, modesty a close second, to hell with my personal choice, and don’t even dare breathe the word ‘fashion’ for fear of being branded whorish[1]. Even after my family moved overseas, this dress code persisted, made me choke, made me seethe. My parents and I had screaming fights over my tight jeans. My underwear was scrutinized for possible covert sluttiness[2]. I wasn’t allowed to wear spaghetti strap tops even in my 20s.
I became quite the expert in the art of secret outfit changes when away at school and college. I also grew to hate the traditional Indian clothes that were constantly held up to me as markers of good virtue. Enforced modesty taught me to see every saree as a symbol of oppression[3].
Can you imagine my state of mind when I saw my peers both in real life and in the media embrace sarees as liberating fashion statements? I saw many South Asian women ‘reclaiming’ the saree as sensual, religious, feminine, traditional, and kickass all at once (and I doubt they had ever collectively lost their claim to begin with). Many desi girls and women overseas embraced sarees as defiant, joyous expressions of their minority cultural identity. I saw my school friends wear their sarees happily and stylishly, and I got thoroughly pissed off at them.
I thought they were stupid for welcoming their own oppression. I thought they were betraying me, betraying all the battles that I and every other Indian feminist had fought to escape our compulsory-desi-outfit shackles. I raged at them for giving ammunition to all the people who pressured me to dress traditionally: now they were able to point to all these other girls and say, See? See how happy they are in traditional clothes? Why can’t you be like that?
But most diasporan desi girls and women never fought the battles I fought, and don’t have the same associations with sarees that I do. Their life experiences allowed them to take a pleasure in sarees that will probably always be alien to me. For some of them, donning a saree was even something of a defiance.
I had a dance instructor in junior college who was called to the Bar in London, and at one of the formal ceremonies that followed, instead of wearing the expected black robes, she wore a lace-edged black saree. She said she was telling the British to stuff it. I was stunned. I believe that was the first time I allowed that maybe, just maybe, sarees are not oppression for everyone all the time.
Not just sarees
No doubt other ethnic and religious groups have experienced a similar dissnoance. I have an Iranian friend who chafes under the laws that impose headscarves on her whenever she goes back home, and her journey has been toward understanding why American hijabis exist: to understand that for some American muslimahs, wearing the hijab is as radical an act as it is for my Iranian friend to take hers off.[4]
The moral of the story
What the saree can teach cis feminists is this: context matters. Our life experiences matter. The symbols and methods we choose for self-expression have particular meanings for ourselves, and we should not insist that our meaning is THE universal meaning.
For some women, nail polish is a symbol of all the dreary, expensive, time-consuming hoops women are expected to jump through to adequately perform our femininity. For other women, especially those who have spent their entire lives longing for and being forcibly denied any expression of femininity, nail polish may be a powerful and triumphant symbol of self expression.
How can the former among us take offence at the latter? It is well within our rights to interrogate the patriarchal rules surrounding nail polish from a critical perspective, but how can we justify interrogating trans women like that?
Can we even imagine how it must feel to be ‘officially’ allowed to wear nail polish after 65 years of being denied it? I want to throw Caitlyn Jenner the glitteriest mani-pedi party when I think about it, and I’m the kind of person that’s owned exactly four bottles of nail polish ever in all my life. (So… I guess we will be hiring professional manicurists for the party because I would paint her knuckles as likely as nails.)
Beyond the cis perspective
So far I’ve only considered trans women’s choices from a resolutely cis lens. But what if we tried looking at the performance of femininity from the perspective of trans women themselves? Would we see merely choice and triumph? Or would we see something more nuanced, and decidedly darker?
Consider: violence against transgender women is an epidemic. Even though trans women are only 10% of all LGBTQ people who report incidents of hate directed at them, they are 45% of murder victims in the same group. Passing as female can be a matter of life or death for trans women. In light of this, is there any way to see cis feminists’ criticism of trans women for “trying to hard” to be feminine as anything other than terrifying, hateful, or at least deeply misguided? I don’t think so.
Consider: trans people are more deeply and thoroughly scrutinized for their performance of gender than cis people like myself can ever fathom. The pressure on trans people to surgically feminize their appearance in order to “pass”, or in order to be more acceptable as romantic partners, is extremely strong even when they personally would rather not get surgery. (Yes, that’s right, not all trans people want surgery.) This pressure and scrutiny has extremely damaging effects on trans people — for example, over 40% of transgender people attempt suicide, compared to 4.6% in the general population and around 15% among LGB people. Should cis feminists really be piling on trans people for supposedly “over”performing gender, thus adding to the toxic culture of overscrutinizing trans people? I definitely don’t think so.
A better way to fight
Here’s what I think cis feminists should be doing instead:
#1 (for the Meets Minimum Standards of Human Decency badge) Unequivocally support and encourage trans people’s chosen manner of gender expression. It’s a battle they have fought long and hard for, and feminists of all people should not be in the business of yelling them for somehow “doing it wrong”. They are doing it right, because they get to decide what’s right for them. Period.
#2 (for the Feminist 101 badge) Support the efforts of trans activists who want to build a safer and more equal world for transgender people. This means reading trans feminist writing (good places to start include Laverne Cox, Zinnia Jones, Model View Culture, and if you’re feeling academic, Radical TransFeminist). This means educating ourselves on the specific obstacles to equality faced by the trans community: safety, access to healthcare, equal opportunity in employment, equal access to public toilets, etc.
#3 (for the Intersectional Feminist badge) Recognize that if there is a reason why media portrayals of famous trans people is problematic, it is because of the way this affects THE TRANS COMMUNITY, not cis women! The inimitable Laverne Cox says:
A year ago when my Time magazine cover came out I saw posts from many trans folks saying that I am “drop dead gorgeous” and that that doesn’t represent most trans people. (It was news to be that I am drop dead gorgeous but I’ll certainly take it). But what I think they meant is that in certain lighting, at certain angles I am able to embody certain cisnormative beauty standards. Now, there are many trans folks because of genetics and/or lack of material access who will never be able to embody these standards. More importantly many trans folks don’t want to embody them and we shouldn’t have to to be seen as ourselves and respected as ourselves . It is important to note that these standards are also infomed by race, class and ability among other intersections.
In the spirit of #3, I highly recommend browsing the amazing Twitter hashtag, #MyVanityFairCover, where ordinary non-celebrity transgender people are creating their own “Call Me Caitlyn” style cover shots.
And finally, every time we feel anger or outrage stirring in response to something a trans woman says or does about her femininity, we need to remember the story of the sarees.
[1] & [2]: These were the terms used at me, and yes, they are extremely disparaging to sex workers.
[3]: Make no mistake: for hundreds of thousands of Indian girls and women, these clothes are indeed an oppression. Traditional dress codes are commonly imposed on Indian women to this day. I personally know far too many married women living in urban, upper class, highly educated joint families who do not have ‘permission’ from their in-laws to wear jeans.
[4]: Note that I am not suggesting that any choice whatsoever is feminist/radical just because it is a choice. Choice feminism is deeply flawed. What I am saying is, any symbol or act can be radical or oppressive depending upon personal and social context.
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