I really really appreciate you making the distinction between trans and not-cis, because I have been feeling kinda uncomfortable lately about the fact that I don't identify as trans. (This thought was inspired by the otherwise really awesome trans 101 mandatory training we had at work, where at one point the speaker said something along the lines of "if you're not cis than you're trans".)
FWIW, I also very strongly do not ID as cis.
My guess would actually be more nurture than nature --it's not that my family has The Trans running in it so much as we have really welcoming and kind parents, and my mother especially has shown me throughout my life that she is cool with the queer. Even more than that, my mother has always been pretty progressive about gender stuff --she's the first woman I knew who doesn't bother to shave her legs, and she owns a nice tux that she wears to dressy events about as often as she wears her pretty dresses. I grew up with pictures on the mantle1 of my parents wedding and my mom's three bridesmaids in pretty pink dresses and one in a dashing suit, all holding the lovely bouquets of flowers.
(Uncle Johnny apparently offered to wear a dress, but mom said the suit was fine.)
Anyways, yeah, my blood family is A+ awesome2, and I was thrilled that every single person at Thanksgiving, when told about Shannon, responded with some version of "Oh good for her, I hope this makes her happy."
...I should write about my family and gender sometime. Maybe that'll be tonight's post.
~Sor
1: Metaphorically. We did not actually have a mantle.
2: Mostly. My da is...getting increasingly meritocratic in his old age, and us sibs spend a lot of times rolling our eyes across the table at him. He escalated to flat out Active Racism when driving Alys back to her school, and she shut that right-the-fuck-down. *somebody* will be getting lots of exciting books written by Native authors in his Christmas stocking this year, and hopefully he'll learn him something. If not, we'll keep telling him he's an ass as appropriate.
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on 2018-11-27 07:22 pm (UTC)FWIW, I also very strongly do not ID as cis.
My guess would actually be more nurture than nature --it's not that my family has The Trans running in it so much as we have really welcoming and kind parents, and my mother especially has shown me throughout my life that she is cool with the queer. Even more than that, my mother has always been pretty progressive about gender stuff --she's the first woman I knew who doesn't bother to shave her legs, and she owns a nice tux that she wears to dressy events about as often as she wears her pretty dresses. I grew up with pictures on the mantle1 of my parents wedding and my mom's three bridesmaids in pretty pink dresses and one in a dashing suit, all holding the lovely bouquets of flowers.
(Uncle Johnny apparently offered to wear a dress, but mom said the suit was fine.)
Anyways, yeah, my blood family is A+ awesome2, and I was thrilled that every single person at Thanksgiving, when told about Shannon, responded with some version of "Oh good for her, I hope this makes her happy."
...I should write about my family and gender sometime. Maybe that'll be tonight's post.
~Sor
1: Metaphorically. We did not actually have a mantle.
2: Mostly. My da is...getting increasingly meritocratic in his old age, and us sibs spend a lot of times rolling our eyes across the table at him. He escalated to flat out Active Racism when driving Alys back to her school, and she shut that right-the-fuck-down. *somebody* will be getting lots of exciting books written by Native authors in his Christmas stocking this year, and hopefully he'll learn him something. If not, we'll keep telling him he's an ass as appropriate.