I should never compare myself to "pretty women" because I am not attractive, just a man with curves, who finally has to accept that man and woman have different opportunities and rights. "Sex sells", so I'm supposed to shut my mouth, because the Brasilian rainforest is burning.
Initiation was a post about a female colleague who also does social media marketing, movies and rides mountainbikes. She shows herself on raves in sexy lingerie, publicly states that she likes drugs and loves ONS, but her conservative customers believe in her integrity and professionality, while many are even irked by my gender photoshoots.
Morals and principles are values that cannot be used at will. They either apply to anyone, or to nonone. And if people weren't looking for comparison, there would be no development, no progress and no change. If women in the 1950's didn't compare themselves with men, they still wouldn't be allowed to wear pants or to study at universities.
#LookOfTheWeek : Shirt by Superdry, midi skirt by Benetton, tights bei Calzedonia, sneakers by Diesel and backpack by Spikes & Sparrow.
First and foremost I wanna pay homepage to Marsha P Johnson because without their ability to live their truth, i wouldn’t know how to live mine.
When I was younger my interests in things that were consider for “boys” lead me to believe I was different. My Papa (great-grandfather) gave me the nickname boygirl. I knew I liked what I like. I also became aware that the body Im inhabiting didn’t quite feel like home. When I was younger I used to pretend I had a penis because everything around said that ONLY MEN LIKE WOMXN or had sex with womxn. I knew what I liked, but I wasn’t sure who I was. I was confused, being lead astray by the heterosexual agenda. But because I was all alone in how I felt and didn’t know any better for myself, I conformed. ⠀⠀
From 5th grade up until 12th my sexual experiences were hardly my own. I had been raped/molested so many times that I began to believe that was all I was here for. To be used and disposed of. I lost sight of what I knew I liked and self doubt began to kick in. I remember a time where my grandfather saw i wore boxer briefs and asked if I was gay. 😓 i would answer with a quick no but I knew what I liked, but I could never admitted it. I felt in constant danger around cis-hets, so I tried passing for one. It never felt right. I still didn’t feel like I was accepted. Like I had an aweful mask on that everyone could see thru.
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When I write about how happy I am and how fulfilled my life is, countless trans people call me arrogant and ruthless. If I report about problems my modus vivendi brings along, I would be negative, depressive and should work on my attitude.
Posts in which I look at the world critically, get twice as many likes than those in which I write about professional or private successes. Fans from the LGBT+ Community don't want to read about new contracts, advertising deals, clothes by cult brands and that I'm perceived as a woman.
After the first week of my #MonthOfSkirts case study, I can't report anything bad. I had some great days, wore cool outfits, in which I felt really good and till now I got exclusively positive feedback. Let's see what's happing next - the month is still long.
#LookOfTheWeek : Dress by FatFace, leather jacket by Freaky Nation, bra by Intimissimi, tights by Calzedonia and boots by Pepe Jeans London.
Facebook has been reducing the organic reach of my gender photo campaign for months and is consistently rejecting my promotions in the first instance. The support team claims that my posts would be political and canvassing advertising and my topics of national relecance.
They demand that I authorize my page for such content, which would bring significant disadvantages, such as increased highlighting costs, invisibility in other countries, and a "funded by" disclaimer included in all postings.
According to Facebook, my posts are regularly reported by people who feel disturbed by my messages, which can only be fixed with several protests and hours of discussions. This not only takes a lot of time, but also unnecessary energy and motivation.
Instead of a new story and new pics, there's just a best-of from my previous shoots, with previously unreleased photos. Enjoy!
Men mock that you wouldn't be a real male. Women arrogate that you‘ll never be a true female and transsexuals demand that you choose one side, because there's no such thing as non-binary people. At the airport, the doctor, even at the lottery and at public toilets, everywhere they want to know which sex you are.
In times of gender equality and equal treatment, this should be completely pointless. In addition, it's of no concern what you have in your pants, or in the ID.
Do these indoctrinations about what you are, what you not are and how to be, stop, if you can legally prove it in black and white? Or would this make it even worse? 🤔
I would like to thank everyone who has liked, shared and commented on my gender campaign so far. The positive feedback on my photos and texts make me very happy and helps me to continue despite headwind and negative consequences.
Unfortunately, there are also people who leave nothing undone to silence me. They report my posts, they doubt any positive reaction, they laugh at me, they call me freak, sick son of a bitch, gender-confused anomaly, they attack me and my family and even threaten to kill me.
I can't empathize with this hate and aggression. Why don't they just let people be the way they are? No one has the right to intervene in the body, sexuality and clothes of others. I'm not going to stop fighting for equality and freedom, because I'm the one who's wearing the pants here. 😉
#LookOfTheWeek : Leather jacket by Freaky Nation, shirt and skinny jeans by Superdry, tights by Calzedonia, sneakers by Diesel, backpack by Spikes & Sparrow and wagon by Jipfish.