#maiden name

[newyorkthegoldenage]

The Cunard Liner S.S. Mauretania arrived in New York bringing in Doris E. Fleischman, the first American married woman to travel on a maiden name passport, ca. 1925. She is pictured above with her husband, Edward L. Bernays, Associate United States Commissioner to the Paris Exposition.

Photo: Bettmann Archive/Getty Images/Fine Art America

[bringbackmaes14]

Okay obviously in a traditional heterosexual marriage, it is the woman who takes the man's last name, and then the woman has her married name and her maiden name.

It's not a new thing now that there are men taking their spouse's last names even if it's not entirely common, but what do they call their name before they got married???

Like, are men who take their wife's/husband's/spouse's name saying "my name is John Jones. John Doe was my maiden name"?? Or is there another more masculine or possibly even gender neutral term for it?? Or has (mostly) everyone just accepted that the term is maiden name????

[thoughtportal]

Story Prompt: what happens when a woman’s maiden name escapes the bottle

[grammarknighty]

I always found it strange that Jenrya and Shiuchon's mom, Lee Mayumi, has an official maiden name yet the other Tamers' moms only has their husbands' surname:

Takato: Matsuda Takehiro and Matsuda Yoshie

Ruki: Makino Rumiko (Ruki's grandma's surname is Hata)

Juri: Katou Hajime and Katou Shizue

Hirokazu: Shiota Hirofumi and Shiota Takako

Kenta: Kitagawa Shunsuke and Kitagawa Akemi

Jenrya: Lee Jan'yuu and Lee (Yanase) Mayumi

No other moms in Tamers are provided a maiden name except Mayumi, which is strange if you think about it.

But then I learned something awhile back about Chinese and maiden names. Chinese women don't take their husbands' surnames, they keep theirs and only their children inherit their fathers' name.

I felt stupid because of course naming culture is different across the world, I grew up in a culture that doesn't even make use of surnames, why was I surprised xp

But anywho, Mayumi ia Japanese. As such it's only natural she'd still take her husband's surname, Lee, but due to cross-cultural reasons, she still has the option to keep her maiden name which she may or may not do had she and the rest of her family lived in China

Tl;dr

Cross-cultural marriage leads to a fictional Japanese woman having an official maiden name while the rest of her fellow moms don't

But seriously tho, if Ruki's mom and dad are divorced, then why is her name still Makino Rumiko? In this essay I will-

[evilhorse]

Curse you, Storm?!

[temple-of-tickle-britches]

Announcing the

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

My sisters all have my mom's last name, and my brother and I have my dad's last name, not on purpose but because the name our parents chose for us just happened to sound better paired with one last name over the other.

Anyway, if I ever marry a woman whose last name is Schmidt, our son is taking her last name, and we're calling him John Jacob Jingleheimer.

This is non-negotiable.

[autistic-alexithymic-female]

Maiden names are power.

Males want women to take their surnames.

Male-female marriage is systemic oppression.

Patriarchy is familial; patriarchy is a male bloodline.

[jesslovinglife]

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny wasn't sure what to do. Was this legal? He knew the bats were part of the Justice League and whatnot but surely they can't just pick him up off the street after he got into a brawl with some creeps trying to mug him!

Sure, Nightwing had jumped down to help and Danny, still in his living form with its crappy human vision, thought he was another mugger because of the dark and attacked him too.

Now he's sitting in the back seat of the batmobile with his hands in wierd bat handcuffs.

Was everything these guys owned bat themed? Yeah his parents put there last name in all the titles of their inventions but they had a brand to sell so it was excusable. Batman however, is clearly living out his bat shaped dreams. Usually Danny was all for the furrys doing thier thing, one of his best friends was a proud furry and Danny 100% supported him, but there was a line you don't cross and tall dark and fuzzy crossed it when he kidnaped one 14 year old Danny Fenton.

He couldn't Go Ghost right in front of Batman and Nightwing but he could use the one thing his mom made him take with him everywhere since he was a little boy.

His panic button.

It was powered by ectoplasm and could get through signal jammer with no problem. If he pressed the button his parents would drop everything to come save him. They made sure to put little sirens and flashing lights in thier own hazmat suits to make sure they didn't accidentally miss it. Sure they looked hilarious the few times he had seen it go off in his life but it was highly effective.

So he pushed the button and his parents were charging torward them in record time, the GAV playing chicken with the freaking batmobile. Suddenly his mothers voice came from the panic button, "Are you in the front of back, sweetie?"

"I, uh." He stuttered, looking up at the shocked face of Nightwing before answering, "The back."

"Perfect." He mother said darkly.

A trio of high mechanical whines filled the air and Danny didn't need to look through the windshield to know the buzz saws were out.

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Bruce just wanted to know why Danny Fenton, youngest of the Fenton Family and son of Jack Fenton and Madeline Walker, two people whose marriage brokered peace between thier prospective mafia syndicate families, was doing in Gotham beating up low level thugs.

He was not expecting overprotective mad scientist parents.

[kingtwolf-fang]

It's All In A Name

So lately I have been really pushing the idea of going through with changing my name. Changing my middle name and last name. It all comes down my identity. I've never identified with my dads side of the family or even my dad for that matter. I've never liked my middle name because it's my dads middle name, and I hated my last name.

I've felt this way for years, but it all comes to a argument I had with my maternal grandmother. This will be the only time I ever address her as as grandmother because to me the only grandmother I had has already passed away, and I absolutely adored her. I told my dad's mother that I refuse to carry the family name and that it would die with me if I had a choice. I had never grown up being around my dads side of the family. Every birthday or major holiday was spent with my moms side of the family. My dad's mom is a bitter bitch who has always been disrespectful toward my mom and her side of the family. My dads side of the family are money hungry, identity scheming, heathens. I want nothing to do with them. I don't want them to attach themselves to me and any success that I achieve. I would like to tie success to my moms side of the family who is a endless serving plate of inspiration for about 70-80% of my creativity.

As well as I've harbored a lot of feelings about my dad when I learned about his affair he had on my mom. This wasn't anything recent I discovered my mom told me this years ago, but I could never let it go. I'm sure you are reading this and thinking "Taz nobody is perfect we all have something in our past we are ashamed of." I would agree however a motto I've adapted to my life this year is "Kids make mistakes adults make decisions." The affair happened before I was born but it doesn't matter it still happened. Why would I want to carry out the name of a cheater, and a manipulator, who from what my mom told me was really never sorry.

Talking to my therapist about this I told her that by changing my name it will feel as if a burden has been uplifted. I told her one of Taylor Swift's newest songs Anti-Hero I feel as if I the name I posess with my dads origin is the anti-hero. I feel as if the name I wanting to pick out is who I am, and who I've been rooting for.

It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me At tea time, everybody agrees I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

The very last line of the chorus it's exhausting rooting for who I am vs who I want to be. If you watch the music video the time from 0:49-1:13 when the other Taylor answers the door introducing herself that is how I feel about changing my name. Who I am now I am running to the door looking for the version of who I want to be. When I open the door the Taz (Tyler) with my mom's maiden name is the one answering the door walking in and shaking things up in my current Taz's life.

Possible Names

Tyler-Tyawatha Chayton Gordon

Tyler Chayton Cyrus Gordon

Tyler Cyrus Gordon

(Tyawatha and Chayton are Native American names my mom's side of the family has deep roots in Native American culture we are of Choctaw origin. Tyawatha means silver horse and Chayton means young seer of the other realm. Those were my tribe names I was given.

Since it's all in a a a name I figured I would just list some other names I go by as nicknames

Taz

T-Devil

Tazmanian

Tazmanic

T-keys

T-Dub

[walks-the-ages]

OP deactivated, and some of the links were broken/marked unsafe by Firefox, so here's a new compilation post of Leslie Feinburg's (She/her, ze/hir) novels and essays on being transgender:

Stone Butch Blues official free source directly from Author's website:

Stone Butch Blues, backup on the webarchive:

Transgender Liberation: A movement whose time has come, on the web archive:

Transgender Warriors: Making History from Joan of Arc to Dennis Rodman, on the web archive:

Lavender and Red, PDF essay collection:

Drag King Dreams, on the web archive:

(Also, if anyone ever tells you that the protagonist of Stone Butch Blues ""ends up with a man""........ they're transmisogynistic jackass TERFs who are straight up lying)

Please also check out your local public libraries for these books and see if they carry them, to help support public libraries! If you have a library card already you can checkout Libby and Overdrive to see if your public library carries it as an ebook that you can checkout :)

EDIT: another not included on the orignal masterpost-- Trans Liberation: Beyond Pink or blue !

annnnnd in light of the web archive losing it's court case, here's a backup of both PDFs and generated epubs a friend made:

5/26/2023: hello! I am adding on yet another book of queer history, this time the autobiography of Karl Baer, a Jewish, intersex trans man who was born in 1884! Please signal boost this version, and remember to check the notes whenever this crosses your dash for any new updates :)

6/24/2023: Two links to share!

Someone made an Epub version of Memoirs of a Man's Maiden Years, which you can find Here , as a more accessible version than a pdf of a scanned book if you're like me and need larger text size for reading--

And from another post I reblogged earlier today, I discovered the existence of "TransSisters: the Journal of Transsexual Feminism", which has 10 issues from 1993-1995, and includes multiple interviews with Leslie Feinburg and other queer feminists / activists of the 90s!

Here's a link to all 10 issues of TransSisters, plus a 1996 "look back at" by one of the writers after the journal ended, you can find all 10 issues on the Internet Archive Here !

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8/28/2023:

"Bi Any Other Name: Bisexual People Speak Out", can be found on the web archive Here, for the 25th Anniversary Edition from 2015,

and also Here, for the original 1991 version.

Each of the above can be borrowed for one hour at a time as long as a copy is available :D

This is a living post that receives sporadic updates on the original, if you are seeing this on your dash, click Here to see the latest version of the post to make sure you're reblogging the most up to date one :)

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October, 25th 2023:

"I began to dawdle over breakfast during shift changes, asking both waitresses questions. After weeks of inquiries, they invited me to a demonstration, outside Kleinhan's Music Hall, protesting the Israeli war against Egypt and Syria. I was particularly interested in that protest. The state of Israel had been declared shortly before my birth. In Hebrew school I was taught "Palestine was a land without peo-ple, for a people without a land." That phrase haunted me as a child. I pictured ears with no one in them, and movies projected on screens in empty theaters. When I checked a map of that region of the Middle East in my school geography textbook, it was labeled Palestine, not Israel. Yet when I asked my grandmother who the Palestinians were, she told me there were no such people. The puzzle had been solved for me in my adolescence. I developed a strong friendship with a Lebanese teenager, who explained to me that the Palestinian people had been driven off their land by Zionist settlers, like the Native peoples in the United States. I studied and thought a great deal about all she told me. From that point on I staunchly opposed Zionist ideology and the occupation of Palestine. So I wanted to go to the protest. However, I feared the demonstration, no matter how justified, would be tainted by anti-Semitism. But I was so angered by the actions of the Israeli government and military, that I went to the event to check it out for myself. That evening, I arrived at Kleinhan's before the protest began. Cops in uniforms and plainclothes surrounded the music hall. I waited impatiently for the protesters to arrive. Suddenly, all the media swarmed down the street. I ran after them. Coming over the hill was a long column of people moving toward Kleinhan's. The woman who led the march and spoke to reporters proudly told them she was Jewish! Others held signs and banners aloft that read: "Arab Land for Arab People!" and "Smash Anti-Semitism!" Now those were two slogans I could get behind! I wanted to know who these people were and where they had been all my life! Hours later I followed the group back to their headquarters. Orange banners tacked up on the walls expressed solidarity with the Attica prisoners and the Vietnamese. One banner particularly haunted me. It read: Stop the War Against Black America, which made me realize that it wasn't just distant wars that needed opposing. Yet although I worked with two members of this organization, I felt nervous that night. These people were communists, Marxists! Yet I found it easy to get into discussions with them. I met waitresses, factory workers, secretaries, and truck drivers. And I decided they were some of the most principled people I had ever met. For example, I was impressed that many of the men I spoke with talked to me about the importance of fighting the oppression of gays and lesbians, and of all women. Yet I knew they thought they were talking to a straight man" Transgender Warriors (1996) Leslie Feinberg

[maybebecomingms]

it’s just a name...?

The most common question I’ve gotten amid divorce has been:

Are you gonna change your name?

Maybe not anymore, since it’s a done deal and I didn’t. But I did think about it. It seemed I wouldn’t have needed to pay much, if anything, to change my name back in the state I live in.

But I didn’t. Look, I don’t want to speak poorly of the dead, but my dad was an asshole, guys. And HIS dad made him look like a fuckin’ saint. Changing my name when I got married was an easy choice - I wanted to distance myself from my maiden name, even though it was a fairly common one.

My married name is a SUPER common name, like, easily top 5 most common surnames in the US. I’m nearly impossible to Google. 

I never felt like it identifiably tied me to my ex-husband - because it’s so common. Plus all the trouble that comes with changing your name - changing your Social Security card, and everywhere else. Yeah, this was way easier.

But every time I sign *anything* I am reminded of the fact that I adopted a name that doesn’t fit me anymore and I kind of hate it. Choosing what I felt to be the lesser of two evils doesn’t mean I like it.

And like, it’s not lost on me. This is my name - my identity - and I’m just kind of “whatever” about it?

If I ever get married again, I will most certainly elect to change my name again. It seems a lot less laughable than it did 6 months ago that I might actually want to again someday.

And maybe it’ll feel more real and right if I ever do.

But until then... I’ll just be out here like a hermit crab in a shell that’s kind of ugly and not quite right.

[herbgerblin]

I'm still obsessed with Lady Godwin's build. I was doodling all three of the new taz gang and then I detoured and started drawing Godwin's other looks. I referenced Edwardian circus costumes for her prizefighter fit (I just now realized I forgot the axe :/)

ID: Three drawings of Lady Elizabeth Godwin, an elderly white woman in Edwardian attire. On the right, she has her original body, which is short and understated. The caption above her reads, "Lady Elizabeth Godwin 7 years before story begins (Pre-Frankenstein Reanimation)." She wears a large navy hat with plume feathers, a pale green dress, and gold and emerald jewelry. The middle drawing is of her on her current body, much taller and more curvaceous. Her skin is now pale blue and there is a beauty mark on her left breast. She wears the same hat, now secured with a wine-colored scarf wrapped around her head and neck. She wears a bold pink dress with a plunging neckline that wraps around her waist. On the right, she wears the hat without the scarf, revealing the staples and bolts connecting her head to her body. She is wearing a costume-like corset and bloomers set in gold, fuschia, and navy, as well as dark brown heeled boots. End ID.

[temple-of-tickle-britches]