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The original was posted on /r/transsexual by /u/Kuutamokissa on 2023-04-05 07:24:10+00:00.

I’ve often been told off by trans forever activists and apologists for saying I’ve changed sex. And met with hostility for saying I’ve never been transgender. However, to me “transgender” has never been more than an opt-in identity that did not at all interest me—and given proper treatment my congenital disorder… transsexualism… can be transient.

No—I may not be a perfect beauty… but I know others with a less ideal starting point who also have successfully crossed the sex divide. Even some who used to be male athletes in school when growing up …who have married, built careers and lived normal lives after undergoing just SRS. Some never even told their husbands.

So… what makes the difference?

I felt startled when I read the following passage from The Bear and the Nightingale by Katherine Arden… because it very closely described how the final step felt to me…

“Can you tell me how you do it?” She came up beside him and peered eagerly at the brush in his hand.

“You are too attached to things as they are,” said Morozko , combing the mare’s withers. He glanced down idly. “You must allow things to be what best suits your purpose. And then they will.”

Vasya, puzzled, made no reply. Solovey snorted, not about to be left out. Vasya picked up her own straw and started on the horse’s neck. No matter how hard she stared at it, though, it remained straw.

“You can’t change it to a brush,” said Morozko, seeing her. “Because that would be to believe it is now straw. Just allow it, now, to be a brush.”

Disgruntled, Vasya glowered into Solovey’s flank. “I don’t understand.”

“Nothing changes, Vasya. Things are, or they are not. Magic is forgetting that something ever was other than as you willed it.”

“I still do not understand.”

“That does not mean you cannot learn.”

“I think you are making a game of me.”

“As you like,” said Morozko. But he smiled when he said it.

People tend to ultimately perceive and categorize us based on our internal qualities.

It’s being not trans but normal that releases us from the twilight zone of in-between.

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