#complex gender

[franknfurterstriangulardinosaur]

I think I do relate to transmasc experiences. I am a man and I am transitioning. I have never been quite sure how I label myself but right now, I use a ton of different labels. I am bigender. I am a trans man. I identify as both a man and a woman. Today I made up a new label for myself and it seems to fit more than anything that I already existed. Post-man. It started as a simple joke about the occupation but it is truly who I am. As much as I am a man, I feel like I am further than that. My gender is futuristic. It is past any already perceived ideas about what makes a man a man. I do not dress stereotypically male, I do not try. I wear heels and dresses and I do not mind my hair the way it is. I have ramona flowers hair. It is not that long or feminine but no one would ever look at it and label it as attempting to be male. This is my male-hood. This is my masculinity. My two genders are post-man and post-woman.

[3scapethevoid]

4weirdgender / 4weird / ⁴weird

Definition: A gender identity in which someone's gender consists of feminine genders, masculine genders, neutral genders, and 'none of the above' genders ... not necessarily simultaneously, not necessarily separately ... not necessarily fluid, not necessarily static.

Intended for: no one

Exclusive to: no one. Anyone can use it <3.

Requested by: No one

Inspired by: Myself

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DNI; transphobes, xenogenderphobes, nonbinaryphobes, racists, ableists, intersexphobes, neophobes, anti mspec gays/lesbians, anti conflicting labels (ex: gay and lesbian, non-binary and binary, multigender and single-gendered).

[zandra-lang-cave]

Welcome to Wednesday/Thursdays of random thoughts.

Also, know as my tired overnight brain gets to weird places.

Today's thoughts are. things that give me and other people gender/body euphoria.

It's relatively easy to know when something doesn't feel right in your body or the way we express ourselves, aka dysphoria. But sometimes people get gender/body euphoria, basically the opposite of dysphoria, it's hard to explain but for me there are certain things I wear, say or do to express myself that just feels right.

To give some context and avoid misunderstanding, Im not trans but I use they/she pronouns, I don't consider my self any were ouside of the gender binary (though peole might disagree where my placement should be) i just like being called they every once in a while, mostly online. I'm a lady and use she/her IRL all the time for 2 reasons.

1 I haven't even bother to tell people i like to use they/them, just thhinking in having to explaining it gives me a migraine, it's easier to just use she/her and it doesn't bother me most of the time. And 2 my native language is Spanish and is one of the hardest languages to use any sort of neutral pronouns, most words are gendered so there are not many chances in my life for people to call me any sort of neutral term, again it doesn't bother me most of the time.

With that explain there are certain things I do/wear/say that gives me gender/body euphoria, most are just sutil stuff but they fill me with such joy that no one but me can understand completely.

My family nicknames are "pumpking" and "chele," and they both give me euphoria.

Pumpkin is an inside family joke base on the fact I don't like anything Pumpkin flavor, mostly my sisters and nices/nephews use this, and I love it when they call me that instead of my name or any other gender word like aunt or sister. Can I explain why? Not really. I just think it fills me with more joy than it's probably normal.

"Chele" Is a word we use in my home country to call white skin people since they are relatively rare. This one is use mostly by my parents and I can actually explain why it gives me euphoria, it's one of the few terms in my native language that is gender neutral and it feels great when they use it, it feels gender validating without being cultural exclusive. That is something I can feel rarely since I am basically still in the closet gender identity wise.

I preferred "Masculine" clothes/colors/activities to the point one of my sisters asked me if I wanted to be a boy. The answer is a very hard NO. I like being a lady, and the idea of being a man just doesn't feel right to me.

But I tend to like more "masculine" clothes like pants, shorts and long t-shirts, the few "feminine" clothes I wear are either "masculine" colors or neutral colors (that my sisters insist are still masculine). One vivid memory I have is of my sister asking why I want a blue pencil case instead of the pink one, I say I just like blue better but she say it was a boy color so she bought the pink one. I didn't Really care about the color, I just didn't wanted to look at an eye-bleeding shiny pink all day, I would have like it if it was a soft pink instead of a neon one.

I love boxing as an exercise (Don't care for it has a sport), and everyone thinks it is way too masculine, but for me, it makes me feel like a powerful queen. Don't know why, but it just feels validating. Even if everyone else thinks it is just for boys, I rarely feel more women than when I'm exercise boxing.

And last and definitely the weirdest one, I like wearing masks.

My coworkers always ask why i wear them even after they stop being required. I just said it is because I don't want to have to smile to people, half true, but in reality, it just gives me gender euphoria I can't understand. I have even considered wearing them at home, but I do not want to hear all my family's questions. If I do so, that's gonna stay in my head. But if im grocery shopping or at the mall, i will 100% wear a mask.

The best way i can explain it its, I just feel like myself when I wear a mask. It's not like I dislike how i look without them, but something just clicks in my mind, and I just go "this it's right."

That concluded my thoughts on things that give me gender/body euphoria. I don't usually think this hard about my gender identity, i tend to just say "im a woman but i use she/her pronouns", despite the fact I'm aware the answer is more complex than that.

I feel most people focus on the things that make them feel dysphoria rather than what can make them more in tune with the way they feel. especially people like me who don't really have a word that describes what we are. We just feel what we feel and try our best to explain it to everyone else.

I wanna know what other things people find that give them euphoria.

Reblog or comment something that makes you feel like you that you can't explain.

[heynhay]

fool for you

[estragonsgayass]

[zan0tix]

Assorted homestucks number 72382683

[transonlyspace]

"queer identities are getting too complex" good. be complex. confuse cis people. confuse straight people. aim to be what cishets call cringe. be incomprehensible. be unfathomable.

[aingeal98]

Ok so you know how back in the 2000s there were a few jokes about Cass's gender likely because male comic book writers thought it was funny she had muscles? I'm taking that and spinning it to villains genuinely being confused about what to refer to Cass as.

Goon 1: Cmon man she's obviously called Batgirl

Goon 2: Well last month I told him he wasn't Batman and all he said was "Try me."

Goon 1: Have you heard them speak?

Goon 2: Yep. Pure gravel. You really swear that's definitely a girl's voice?

Goon 1: Has anyone ever gotten a good luck at her?

Goon 2: At Batman's stealthier, faster shadow? Come on Doug.

-

1 week later

Goon 1: Jerry you're not gonna believe this. The little Bat saved me from getting my brains blown out by Penguin.

Goon 2: Oh nice! Glad you're still-

Goon 1: I asked them what their pronouns were.

Goon 2:

Goon 1:... And they said "Bat"

Goon 2: Well that settles that then. Why are you still referring to bat as they? You want bat to beat you up next time bat sees you?

-

1 month later

Cass: At first I was confused why villains I save keep complimenting me on my nonbinary swagger. But after Duke explained what that meant... I think I kind of like it. Babs am I... Nonbinary?

Babs, frantically tossing aside her prepared 10 point acceptance speech for when your daughter realises she's a lesbian and scouring her database in search of parenting guides for nonbinary adult children: Honey, you can be whatever you want to be

[solidwater05]

I'm non-binary. I'm gender neutral, and I'm in no way a binary gender.

When I say I'm non-binary, I mean it in a way that relates to my whole identity as a person, rather than just the feeling of gender. Gender-wise, there's not much. I'm not a man or a woman. I'm not anything really, so I'm genderless. This genderlessness is why I'm non-binary. But this feeling of non-binaryness is so strong, so important to who I am, that it retroactively makes me not genderless anymore

[bumblingbabooshka]

Thinking about marriage/women's rights on Vulcan Some may think that T'Pring not being allowed to divorce Spock was because he was going through the pon farr but if she were allowed to divorce him at all she probably would have done that a long time ago, confirmed by T'Pol when she's speaking with Koss, who isn't suffering from the pon farr. She says that he can choose another mate (without invoking a fight it seems: note the difference between a 'mate' and a 'challenger') and after he makes it clear that nothing she says will change his mind about marrying her, she finally threatens to declare a kal-if-fee. It's clear that Vulcan women cannot divorce/refuse to marry a man they've been betrothed to under any circumstances if A) He himself doesn't consent to ending their marriage or B) She doesn't have someone else waiting in the wings to be given to in his stead. Though, if the challenger she selects fails to win the fight, she'll have to marry her betrothed anyway unless (again) he decides he doesn't want her after the challenge. That seems like an incredibly unfair system, heavily biased towards men. SNW is an alternate universe in many obvious respects but most egregiously in that T'Pring has a lot of non-canonical agency over her relationship with Spock. It's interesting to me that Vulcan society has women in many positions of power and treats women as equal to men from what I've seen despite these laws. We don't really see Vulcans exhibiting a misogynistic attitude towards women in general but in TOS (perhaps because of its general writing style but it's still interesting to note) both Sarek and Spock take on patriarchal attitudes specifically regarding wives. Amanda says that 'of course' Sarek commands her because "he is a Vulcan and I am his wife." It's worthwhile in my eyes to note that she specifies 'wife' instead of attributing this attitude to women as a whole. Again, with TOS' writing style it wouldn't be out of place for her to say "he is a man and I am a woman." Spock, while in a pon farr induced irritation, states that it's "undignified for a woman to play servant to a man that isn't hers" - again implying that there's something specific about being a Wife in Vulcan society which is different from being a woman in general and demands subservience to a husband. This could perhaps stem from the extreme sense of ownership that Vulcan law has permitted men to have over women. A woman legally cannot point blank refuse marriage. There is no option which guarantees she won't have to marry her betrothed other than death. When T'Pau speaks of T'Pring she refers to her as being 'property' and Stonn, before being interrupted, states he's made 'the ancient claim' - we don't know what this is because he gets cut off but it's obvious they're both using the language of Vulcan law. Men are permitted true freedom to choose. If a woman wants to choose someone else to be with there is no option available to her other than the kal-if-fee which might result in the death of the one she wants to be with. And, if her lover fails, her husband can still just decide he wants to marry her and she'll be forced to. T'Pring gives two scenarios: One where Spock 'frees' her and one where he doesn't - it's still ultimately his decision which is clear when he ends the conversation with "Stonn, she is yours." This again isn't just because of the pon farr as T'Pol also goes through this. Koss can choose another mate and when the option is talked about there's no implication that this would result in any sort of fight (both by the casualness of its mention and by the fact that there's no formal word for it unlike the kal-if-fee.) Also, the fact that Koss does eventually grant T'Pol a divorce and it's all fine means that T'Pol isn't lawfully required to have another man waiting if her HUSBAND doesn't want her. It's ONLY required if SHE doesn't want her husband. Tradition must take precedence over individual desire UNLESS!!! You're a man. Then it's fine. Like, your parents might not be happy but legally you're golden.

[smallishmajor]

But god, someone make it stop

Nature will run its course, I'm left to pawn you off

[spicyraeman]

think people need to start realizing that being Butch isn't just a certain look or mannerism but also like A Label, and arbitrarily slapping it on people slightly to the left of femme who don't use it for themselves is really Not The Vibe

[xenicfruit]

-> » 📌— C-PTSD┆complex post-traumatic stress disorder (cptsd) is a stress related disorder from a result of repeated trauma in one's life. ˎˊ˗

⤷ @francicide @sickingly @creaturesthathoard @radiomogai

── .📍; self - indulgent, flag was coined by me. however, if someone already created this, consider this an alt. flag.

i did not like the other C-PTSD flags and felt they did not represent me, so i made my own as a "celebration" of now being in the process of a diagnosis.

teal & purple are both associated with PTSD awareness, and the lotus flower is a symbol of PTSD. do not come at me telling me that PTSD and CPTSD are different therefore should have different colors / symbols. they are heavily related, the only true difference being that PTSD if from a singular event & CPTSD is from multiple, complex events.

[flovoid]

and they all asked the same question: "who are you?"

♬

[nicollekidman]

insanely funny that rhaenyra was like 🥺 alicent, we know that men hunger for blood and glory, but not us. not you 🥺 when in actuality years before this, rhaenyra said i need you uncle, you’ll strengthen my claim to the throne and provide tactical advantage in case of violence, so let’s fuck at your wife’s funeral, fake-kill my gay husband, and get married posthaste in a ceremony that involves us consuming each other’s blood. then no one can oppose us. we were meant to burn together.

[aventurineswife]

*clears throat* Ahem…

…Mydei with Helen of Sparta!Reader.

That is all…

Where the Winds Converge

Summary: In the mist-covered ruins of Castrum Kremnos, the Undying prince, Mydei, and the Spartan warrior, you, cross paths amid the chaos of battle. Both burdened by their pasts and bound by fate, they find an unexpected connection as they bond over their shared struggle for honor, purpose, and understanding. As warriors caught in a brutal world, they discover solace in each other’s presence, where fleeting moments of peace emerge in the heart of a storm.

Tags: Mydei x Reader, Romance, Character Development, Helen of Sparta based Reader (?), Complex Emotions, Unspoken Connection, Post-Battle Reflection.

Warnings: Mentions of past trauma, Mentions of war and death, Intense emotional themes, Brief violence, Some existential themes on fate and destiny.

A/N: idk much about Greek mythology so apologies 🙏

Thank you for beta-reading this @sundaysconsort!

The mists of Castrum Kremnos hung heavy in the air, their tendrils wrapping around the towering ruins of the once-great city. The sky, a turbulent blend of storm clouds and fading light, mirrored the chaos that had consumed this land. Among the shadows, Mydei stood, his gaze piercing the horizon, his body as still as the mountains he called home.

You had heard the tales of Mydeimos, the Undying prince. The one who could not die, no matter the odds. A warrior whose very name struck fear into the hearts of those who had witnessed his fury. Yet, behind his cold exterior, you sensed something different—something raw, a soul burdened by his past.

You had been sent to this forsaken place on a mission of your own, but fate had drawn you to the same battlefield, where honor and vengeance intertwined. As the child of Sparta, your legacy was one of strength and pride, though it often weighed heavily on your heart. You were no stranger to battle, but there was something about Mydei that intrigued you—something that stirred both admiration and curiosity.

The wind howled as you approached him, your footsteps soft on the uneven ground. He turned to face you, his expression unreadable, though his eyes seemed to soften just slightly at the sight of you.

“Spartan warrior, what brings you to this forsaken land?” he asked, his voice deep and resonant, like the rumble of distant thunder.

You smiled faintly, adjusting the weight of your weapon, feeling the familiar comfort of its grip. “I was sent to aid in the fight against the Titans,” you said, your tone steady, though the weight of his gaze was not lost on you. “And perhaps… to seek a kindred spirit among the chaos.”

His lips twitched ever so slightly, a small, fleeting smile that barely reached his eyes. “A kindred spirit?” he repeated, almost as if testing the words. “In this world of endless bloodshed, you would see me as such?”

You nodded, stepping closer, your heart beating faster with each step. “I’ve heard the stories. The Undying warrior, a prince without a throne. The one who endures when all others fall. But I see the man beneath the legend, Mydei. I see the weight you carry.”

He was silent for a long moment, his eyes scanning the land before settling on you once more. “I carry much more than you realize,” he said, his voice low. “But what is it you seek, Spartan? The gods have cursed us both. We are bound by our fate, yet still, we fight.”

You took a step forward, placing your hand gently on the hilt of your sword, though your gaze never wavered from his. “I fight for more than just victory. I fight for honor, for peace, for the ones who have suffered. And perhaps… I fight for understanding. To find a reason in this madness.”

Mydei's expression softened ever so slightly, the hardness in his eyes dulling just a fraction. He stepped closer, the weight of his presence almost overwhelming as he looked down at you. “And what would you understand, [Name]?”

His use of your name sent a strange thrill through your chest, but you did not falter. “I understand the burden of destiny. I know what it is to have the eyes of the world upon you, to feel the weight of a prophecy, a crown, or a legacy that never truly belonged to you.”

The air between you crackled with an unspoken tension, a silent understanding passing between two warriors who had seen too much of the battlefield to remain unscarred. Mydei’s hand twitched at his side, as if fighting an urge to reach out to you, but instead, he merely clenched it into a fist.

“The gods do not care for us,” he said, his voice tinged with bitterness. “They see us as tools to be used, pawns in their endless game of fate. We are cursed to fight, cursed to die, and yet… I am the one who endures.”

“And that is why I admire you,” you replied softly. “Not because you cannot die, but because you continue to fight, even when there is no clear victory. Because you carry on, despite everything.”

His eyes softened at your words, the raw intensity that often consumed him shifting into something gentler. “And you, Spartan… Do you believe you can change your fate?”

You hesitated, your thoughts swirling with the weight of your own burdens. “Perhaps not. But I will not bow to it.”

A silence fell between you, thick with the unspoken words of two souls who understood the cost of their existence. Then, as if in answer to the storm inside both of you, Mydei stepped closer, his presence overwhelming yet oddly comforting.

“You are like the storm,” he said, his voice a mere whisper now, “unpredictable and fierce, yet never without purpose.”

“And you,” you replied, “are the one who stands against it.”

In that moment, the distance between you seemed to vanish, and for a brief second, the weight of the world faded away. You saw not just the prince of Kremnos, but the man beneath—the one who had endured more pain than anyone should have to bear. And in his eyes, you saw the same unyielding fire that burned within you.

With a soft sigh, Mydei reached out, his hand brushing against yours. The contact was brief, but it was enough. Neither of you spoke, but in that touch, something passed between you—an unspoken understanding, a promise that, no matter the outcome of the battles ahead, you would not fight alone.

As the two of you stood together, the storm clouds above seemed to part just slightly, a ray of light breaking through the darkness. And for the first time in a long while, both Mydei and you found a fleeting sense of peace in the storm.