Real Men wear Pink Bro

So as of late, I have noticed that in the (trans) community a lot of trans guys and possibly girls, although I don’t know that many, feel the need to go to the gym, to like certain colors, and they can’t be seen liking girly chic movies, or they have to watch football.  And I feel that a lot of these guys feel the need to be almost what I’d call hyper masculine.

Now as far as my personal experience, I am a very sensitive person, I am emotional, I like the color pink (sort of) and I like the color purple (more than half of my wardrobe consists of one shade of purple or another).  I don’t watch a lot of sports, I watch some football, and it’s not because it makes me feel better about myself.  If I could legally drink I probably wouldn’t always have some “masculine” drink like a Jack and Coke in my hand, or it wouldn’t necessarily be a dark Guinness “manly” beer.

I guess I’m bringing this up because I was talking to a friend of mine who happens to be trans, and it was very interesting because I was explaining something, and apparently I was using the word “like” too much for his liking. So he says to me “Don’t you know that you can’t use the word, ‘like’?” And of course, I responded with a very intelligent sounding “huh?” So my friend goes on to say that I have to replace the word, “like” with the word “um.” And then as he continued to talk, he would say the word “like” and every time he did so, he turned to himself and said “it’s not ‘like’ it’s ‘um’, not ‘like’, ‘um’.”

This is totally and completely mind blowing. I mean the fact that this young F.T.M trans-kid already has to go through feeling like a boy trapped in a female’s body, now he has all these social standards to live up to such as I can’t say the word “like” I have to say the word “um”. I do not understand. If you are in a room, and you say the word “like” excessively, no one is going to think: *gasp* He said the word “like” he must be a chick. Nobody is going to think that, nobody. It is just ridiculous. You know?

I have a pink I-Pod, it’s hot pink, the hottest, pinkest, pinkiest pink you will ever see in your whole life. And guess what? I don’t care. My pink I-Pod does not make me a chick. Sure I like a lot of girly things, but that doesn’t affect how I feel. I think those “girly” drinks are cool, you know the ones  with the, you know, the little umbrella, and the pineapple, with the knife, or the Strawberry Daiquiris, and the fruity things. I mean if I do something, or wear something girly, maybe you’ll think I’m gay, but so what? What is gay? It is a man. End, that’s all I need to know. It is a man. It doesn’t matter.

There are so many standards out there, don’t make yourself have a check-list, because you know what? You are going to focus so much on being something that you are not. You are who you are, whether you are gay, straight, lesbian, bi, whatever you are, you need to be confidant. I don’t care if you are a purple Rhinoceros, with nine legs, a beak, and ginormous wings. It doesn’t matter, be that confidant purple Rhinoceros, with nine legs, a beak, and ginormous wings, because that’s who you are. If you are confidant, then the other Rhinoceroses, who are like you, can be confidant together, because you basically projected your confidence outward. Then you can go have confidence parades and crap.

Sorry I’m getting a little excited because I know this topic can relate to many people. There is nothing that can make you more of a man, or a women okay?  Seriously, there is nothing out there, because if there was I would have patented it already. You can get all the surgeries in the world, if you don’t feel like it inside, if you’re not confidant on the inside, it’s going to show on the outside. How do you live your life if you have all these standards to live up to? You need to reach inside of yourself, and you need to find that warm fuzzy spot, that you’re okay to be alone in, that you’re okay to sit around and do nothing in. It’s comforting and that is what I call confidence, that’s your manhood (or women-hood) as weird as it may sound. Your manhood (or women-hood, or whatever the case may be) is located directly in the middle of your heart, and it’s real little and squishy, and red and pink, and warm and fuzzy. I hang out there all the time, because it’s warm and fuzzy and all those nice things I just described.

But seriously be confidant. Walk into a room and look around and say “What’s up? This is me, you’re you, now let’s hang out” (whether or not you say ‘like’ or ‘um’).