I have long wondered if the concentration of folks who are trans in my life is as high as it is because I am autistic and many of them are autistic so we are drawn to one another like magnets. I am not sure. But hoo boy there has been glorious wave after wave after wave of their arrivals in my life.

It started when I was a young teenager. There were people in my middle school who asked for social transition. It was the 90’s. Not as many people knew as much and the “correct language” of that era would get me punched now. Ok, cool. I will use whatever words you tell me to use until you tell me to stop using them. If someone else wants different words I will do my absolute best to accommodate that as smoothly as I am able.

I mean, I had to learn how to be tolerant of friends who were joining churches and who wanted my language around them to shift. Changing words for gender description is really less invasive in terms of my vocabulary. Not a problem.

Over and over I look at my gender and think it would be an awful lot of work to do anything to shift it and I am very tired. Cool. I’m cis.

That doesn’t mean I align with behavior expected of people in my assigned gender. I regularly get told off for being too bold, aggressive, assertive, domineering, insistent on my right to set the terms of my fucking reality, thank you very much. Sometimes when men have called me a bitch in an argument I ask them if they would call a man who was arguing as passionately as I am a bitch or an asshole. They have grudgingly admitted that they wouldn’t–they would just think I was passionate about a topic. And these were “friends”.

When my children were born I developed the ability to change the words of a book at full speed. All of our “get to know your body” books suddenly had things like “Most boys have a penis, but not all. Every boy has a good enough body. Most girls have a vulva, but not all. Every girl has a good enough body. Enbies can have any kind of body and they are always a good enough body.” I do that at absolute full speed with no pauses or hesitations. That is the party line. End of story in my house.

As the kids get older we talk about how everyone’s body is always good enough but sometimes people want to change things just because they do. When a person decides that they need changes then doctors should help them because that is what should happen when a person needs help. Only the person living in the body knows if it is working well enough in the right ways for them and from the outside we don’t get to have an opinion if we agree that they need it or not. That’s not our job. We love and support people getting where they need to go. Period.

My kids have known people at various stages of transition as long as they have been alive. There has never been a time when we haven’t had newly transitioning folks in our community. We have watched together as people talk about and reason through their own desire for change.

What is the party line in my house? If you need surgery to feel ok then you need surgery. Cool. If you don’t need surgery to feel ok then that is equally as fine because having surgery isn’t what makes you trans. It may be something that you want as part of your journey with gender but people don’t have to need surgery.

It’s kinda like how everyone doesn’t need to have a nose job but some people elect to. If someone feels very strongly about having a nose job we will support them and help them how we can and then they will go on with their life. All other changes to the body are equally as case by case and not needed for every single person.

When I have to talk about health care needs that some people think of as gendered I tend to say, “If you are inflicted with a uterus then there are things you need to know how to manage. There are choices to make. If you are not inflicted with a uterus your choices are different. Let’s talk about the two sets of choices.”

Having a uterus does not make someone a gender. The uterus is not the magic key that unlocks the gender. It’s just one more squishy thing in the middle of a meat sack. Meat sack shape ≠ gender.

And as a result so far 2/3 of my children are not cis and I have a lot of wonder as I deal with youngest. There are some mixed signals at this point. I make a guess at birth (I don’t raise children “genderless”.) I tell them from when they are tiny children that I am guessing about their gender but I am not the authority–only they are. Hoo boy they have some strong damn feelings by 2/3.

Amusingly my son tells me often that he wants to be like me when he grows up. He wants to be strong and intense and independent and willing to go do things that other people tell him he can’t. He does not associate being like me with sharing my gender. He does not think about most manifestations of behavior as being gendered. He thinks people just are what they are and then they go do what they do.

I feel sad when I see so many people in the world insisting that people be shoved into preconceived holes based on their assigned gender. You are allowing yourself to be hobbled. You are allowing yourself to view the world as small and limited and constrained by stupid rules.

When you could just go live. You could be free of most of the expectations of you based on your gender. Behaviors, body shapes, adornment, hair length… all of these things are gender neutral. You can do whatever you want with any of them. You have the body you have and you can use this gift in whatever way you want going forward.

Of course, if you were inflicted with a uterus there are some choices to make about managing that. There are some processes you need to manage. During your life you will have a variety of ways of managing. If you want help researching the options I am a damn good researcher.

But the decision will not be mine. It isn’t my body. It isn’t my life. You are the only person who has to wake up every day and face you in a mirror. Do what you have to do to be ok with what you see looking back at you. Fuck other peoples’ feelings about your body.

You have to be ok with you.