As a transsexual man from a conservative household, I have had an uphill fight in order to exist as myself. I was only 16 when I accepted that I was transgender, and to be someone that my family believed was incorrect, inappropriate, dangerous- it felt like every day I was risking living as myself, I was risking destroying our family. But every day I lived as the person they wanted, the less I wanted to live.
As I grew up, I learned how to validate myself without being put directly in harm's way, but the changes were becoming more and more obvious to my parents. Cutting my hair, wearing masculine clothing, this was a version of myself that they began to accept because it wasn’t “as bad” as it could be. I noticed the relief in them when I told them I’d found a boyfriend. Unbeknownst to them, he is also transgender. They believed that my having a boyfriend promised that I was not the queer they’d been afraid of raising, and it meant we never addressed my identity out loud.
Instead of doing it socially, I learned to explore my identity through the written word. I found my community online, where texting was the only way to connect to one another. Queerness became de-mystified the more I exchanged messages with other queer people, and eventually it became a subject I wanted to explore beyond my social circle. I never got my drivers license, my family monitored what we watched on television, so that meant I had only one way to do it- through reading and writing.
The subject of representation is not a new conversation. But what really connected me to queer media were the writers behind them. People like Rebecca Sugar, who modeled the character Garnet’s relationship off of their own. Hans Christian Anderson, who put his pain as a gay man into the body of a mermaid girl that turns into sea foam. Maia Kobabe, whose lived experiences were considered so egregious by the government that it has been banned and censored more than any other American queer book. Or even Alex Hirsch, whose refusal to back down on including gay characters in his show directly resulted in leaving the largest animation company in the world. I became fascinated by the idea of being queer while writing. There is an art to it that I still have yet to fully understand, even though I have been writing for as long as I can remember.
It is cathartic. You can put your pain and joys all out on a page as infallible as a broken hard drive or page being put through a washing machine. It is never a-political. Just by having queerness be addressed, you have taken a stand against the ‘standard’ expectations. It is creative. They say that we’re running out of stories, but millions have yet to be told just because they are not straight or cisgender.
Even when my writing is not centered around queerness, it is still ‘queer writing’ because I myself am a queer writer. Maybe one day one of my plays will be published and a transgender actor will get their first visible role, or a student will stumble across a boring article I’ve published on rhetoric only to realize I am a trans academic just like them. What motivates me to keep writing is the fact that no matter what, I will always be that queer writer, and nothing can change that even if I am censored.