Younger Cereus Storytime (trans-related)
Dec. 6th, 2011 08:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cereusOr how actually being a (trans) guy saved me from the Catholic Church:
When I was little I wanted to be a monk or priest more than anything. Really wanted it more than all other human-style jobs. I could just dress the part and... do it. My mom (who's pretty awesome) had a book around with "women who dressed up as guys to get into things they weren't supposed to" and priests were in there. I realized that when I died I would probably be discovered and put down in history as "a woman who dressed up as a man to get what she wanted". And that would be such a lie. And I wouldn't be able to write anything down anywhere to explain to people, unless my superiors found it while I was alive. So I couldn't do it.
Wow, seems weird/intense on paper.
Now in a couple of years I found out more about the church, and decided "no thanks" anyway. So the first line is a bit overdramatic.
I also have taken a few Physical Anthropology courses, and I watch Bones, and the thought of people misunderstanding after my death still bugs me. But less.
This was actually brought up by reading Bittergrapes's Sherlock Fanfiction "Beyond" - which talks about the assumptions people make about trans people after their deaths. It is also a good piece of 'fic.
When I was little I wanted to be a monk or priest more than anything. Really wanted it more than all other human-style jobs. I could just dress the part and... do it. My mom (who's pretty awesome) had a book around with "women who dressed up as guys to get into things they weren't supposed to" and priests were in there. I realized that when I died I would probably be discovered and put down in history as "a woman who dressed up as a man to get what she wanted". And that would be such a lie. And I wouldn't be able to write anything down anywhere to explain to people, unless my superiors found it while I was alive. So I couldn't do it.
Wow, seems weird/intense on paper.
Now in a couple of years I found out more about the church, and decided "no thanks" anyway. So the first line is a bit overdramatic.
I also have taken a few Physical Anthropology courses, and I watch Bones, and the thought of people misunderstanding after my death still bugs me. But less.
This was actually brought up by reading Bittergrapes's Sherlock Fanfiction "Beyond" - which talks about the assumptions people make about trans people after their deaths. It is also a good piece of 'fic.
