Reposted from Kityanpoet.com.

Kit Yan is a queer, transgender, and Asian American Brooklyn based slam poet from Hawaii. Kit performs entertaining and educational theatrical slam poetry pieces about his life as a queer, transgender, and Asian American through stories about family, love, and social justice.

You can call me… Jayden or the little one.

I identify as… a person (or an amoeba) who isn’t interested in sexual or romantic relationships. There are labels I connect with, but I don’t need it.

As far as third-person pronouns go, … I prefer ‘they’, ‘them’, and ‘their’ or no pronouns.

I’m attracted to… smiles and laughter.

When people talk about me, I want them to… respect and acknowledge my identity. I maybe like an amoeba, but that excuses nothing along the lines of abuse and assault.

I want people to understand… I’m human too. I’m neither a table nor a chair you can break, so don’t dehumanize me for being different.

About Jayden or the little one.
I’m aiming to become an art therapist. The running gag of my life is trucks like UPS or U-HAUL almost ram me whenever I cross a main intersection. People call me the little one because they can pick me up as Rafiki scoops up Simba from the Lion King. I have three favorite textures: soft, squishy, and fluffy.

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Reposted from Rookie.

Someone wrote…

Most days I feel the need to bind, but when I do, I feel terrible because it makes me realise that I’ll never be able to bind ~completely flat~, that’s just not what my body can do.
I’m torn between wearing bras and feeling mediocre, and wearing a binder and having this huge insecurity as well as some extreme joy… I don’t know how to handle it.

What’s your experience?

And what are you thinking about gender right now?

Reposted from The Dapper Crow.

“My barbershop.”

V asks…

What have people’s experiences been when coming out as gender fluid to friends and family? I have only this year after a lifetime of anxiety and dysphoria, come to the phenomenal realisation that this is quite obviously who I am and who I was always meant to be.

However, I am very nervous about telling people about it, because I think it will not be as obvious to them.

It’s not because my friends and family are not accepting and open-minded, they are. But they will still be confused. The thought of gender as a binary concept is still so ingrained in everyone’s minds; I almost feel like it would be easier to come out as trans* because then at least I would kind of be one single definable thing…

The thought of explaining it over and over again to everyone I talk to, with the emotional wounds from 22 years of repression and denial still ripe, feels insurmountable.

How come you haven’t said anything sooner?
How come you didn’t realise sooner?
Are you sure you’re not just exaggerating your tomboyishness?
How are we going to know when you’re a man or a woman?

Please post your response in the comments below.

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