Shoutout to any trans friends that’ll be misgendered by family during this holiday season. You’re strong and you’ll get through this. I love you and wish you the best.
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Always, always
Trans Day of Remembrance
I need not tell you how to mourn. You can find lists of those killed by transphobic hate, and know that all of them are far from complete. If you want, I can help you find resources and lists.
Those things are important to an extent I could not overemphasise.
But I want to offer comfort. I wish you all the love you deserve, wish you every happiness, and though it is perhaps impossible to receive such a thing, I shall continue wishing it upon you. You are worth everything. And you are not alone in this.
I love you, and you can always message me with whatever you’re feeling. You are surrounded by a community which may be imperfect but you can find your own perfection in – people who will love and care and support you. You contain so many multitudes of love and beauty and joy, and you have so many marvels in your soul.
Remember our past. Protect yourself, you splendid person. What we are is a sublime thing.
You are loved, even when you are full of despair or rage. You are powerful even when you feel hopeless. And we will make things better.
Listen. Read. Educate yourselves. If you are unaware, fix that. Do not be complicit in the societal and legal oppression of transgender Americans.
Gender and pleasure
So much of the Euro-American understanding of being trans (or anything other than 100% constantly identified with your assigned gender) focuses on discomfort.
Some people take this idea to an extreme and claim you can’t be trans unless you hate your body and want every surgery available to you. As many other writers have said before, that’s not true. It’s perfectly possible to be trans with only mild dysphoria or none at all. It’s perfectly possible to be trans and have a mental map of your body that looks just like the one you already have.
But I’d like to push even harder against the idea that trans=discomfort. I’d like to offer this: sometimes the exploration of one’s gender can be motivated by pleasure rather than discomfort.
Let me give an example. Let’s say there’s a person named Cal. Most people think of Cal as a boy, and Cal’s all right with that. So far as Cal’s concerned, a boy isn’t a bad thing to be. But sometimes, Cal likes to imagine being a girl and being treated as a girl. Those fantasies are always accompanied by feelings of pleasure, satisfaction, anticipation, and warmth. Eventually, having had these thoughts for years, Cal asks people to use ‘she’ pronouns in private and to refer to her as a girl. Cal does this for another year before claiming the label “trans”.
Some people would say a person like Cal can’t be trans because there’s no dysphoria, self-hatred, distress, or even discomfort. There’s just a pleasure-based preference. But why is distress necessary? Why are trans people supposed to be defined solely by our pain and self-hatred?
It’s my opinion that defining trans people solely by discomfort is an aspect of transphobia. The idea behind trans=discomfort is that being anything other than 100% cis is so awful that no one would do it unless the alternative were unlivable. Think about that: defining trans people solely by their experiences of discomfort means believing that being trans is so awful that only misery could drive us to it. And to me, that sounds like the thinking of someone who really hates trans people.
So I’ll come out and say it: sometimes transition or self-exploration of gender is not just about lessening discomfort, but is about improving and deepening the pleasure we take in our lives.
“Think about that: defining trans people solely by their experiences of discomfort means believing that being trans is so awful that only misery could drive us to it.”
You’re able to call your parents “Mom” and “Dad”. They were not born with those names.
You’re able to call your teachers “Mr” or “Mrs” and their last name. You’d get in trouble if you addressed them by first name.
You’re able to call a celebrity by their chosen stage name.
You’re able to call your friends a shortened version of their name, their middle name instead of their first, or a completely random nickname.
You’re able to call a married woman by her husband’s last name, even though she was not born with that last name.
But when someone’s transgender, how does calling them by a name they were not born with somehow become a hassle?
If y’all can call a drag queen by their stage name and call a fucking pokemon by the name of their new evolution and if you correct yourself after misgendering someone’s pet animal then for fuck’s sake honestly have the same energy for trans and nb folks. Real talk.
hot take but some of yall just hate trans people
like… some of yall think trans people who haven’t started their medical transition/choose not to medically transition “aren’t really trans”
and trans people who have been on hrt for many years and underwent surgeries are “no longer trans”
just say you hate trans people
cis people can rb this
Imagine CanonEra!Trans Guy Enjolras’ parents ask him why he had men’s clothing in his room so he lied and said “I have a lover and those clothes are his” and then it turns into this Exr fake dating au … yeah
I like that! However this is the 1800′s and Enjolras is canonically an only child – so I feel it would be less dating and more, ‘You are having intimate relations with someone OUT OF WEDLOCK oh my GOD?! YOU NEED TO BE MARRIED IMMEDIATELY WHAT WOULD THE NEIGHBOURS THINK?!” because Enjolras is from a wealthy family and that sort of thing would be a raging scandal.
And Enjolras would honestly probably roll with it because really, he doesn’t care, it’s just some papers and some vows, it doesn’t change anything, and it’s an excuse to move out of the family home (since a ‘woman’ would be unlikely to be sent to live alone in Paris by her parents)
So it would be more like uncomfortable shot-gun wedding au.
Like, Enjolras would go through a careful process to choose who to ask. Like, most of Les Amis wouldn’t quite be aware of his situation, save for Combeferre and Courfeyrac, but he’d think about telling one of them if necessary.
Process of elimination.
Can’t be Combeferre, because his family probably already have plans for him.
Can’t be Courfeyrac, because Courfeyrac, bless his golden heart, is canonically a bit of a tomcat and it would be deeply unfair to expect him to start hiding his romantic endeavours because he and Enjolras are supposedly happily married and it would be a scandal if Courfeyrac was caught on the arm of some girl from a wineshop.
Jean Prouvaire is also an only child, so again, his parents probably have plans.
Bahorel is just…a good soul, but the idea of him being Enjolras’ ‘type’ would be somewhat too far-fetched for his parents to believe.
Bossuet and Joly both have that thing going with Musichetta and…each other? Enjolras doesn’t want to make it weird.
Feuilly is wonderful and Enjolras would pick him in a heartbeat since he’d play the part very well, but Feuilly is a poor worker, and so his parents would never accept that as a possibility.
Marius is just a definite no.
Which leaves him with Grantaire, who actually, realistically, isn’t such a poor choice. If he can afford to drink himself to sleep every night without having to work himself to death like Feuilly does, then he must have a reasonably respectable background (even if he’s no longer welcome there…) – plus he seems very educated, again, hinting at a not entirely poor upbringing. Plus, cynical as he is, Grantaire is clearly eager to please Enjolras and do anything he can to help him. On top of all this, Grantaire is a man of the world, and certainly has friends from all walks of life and the slums of Paris; there’s no way he wouldn’t have heard about people in Enjolras’ situation, so telling him wouldn’t pose a great risk. He’d probably just shrug it off and be like, ‘Alright’.
And Enjolras would feel bad about taking advantage of…whatever it is Grantaire feels towards him, but, hey, this arrangement would benefit them both since Enjolras is set to inherit after his parents (being their only child) which means Grantaire will get the lion’s share. And besides, there’s the matter of a dowry handed to them both in the form of an allowance every month, so Grantaire could upgrade from his dirty hovel in the rough part of Paris to lodgings with at least a few less rats and leaks and murderous neighbours.
So to keep up the pretence they end up living together, keeping this information from the rest of Les Amis aside from Combeferre and Courfeyrac (since it would surely raise a few eyebrows) and going on as normal at the meetings.
And literally everything goes on as normal and Enjolras thinks that Grantaire’s misery and wallowing and excessive drinking are because he regrets the choice to be legally tied down to someone he clearly cannot stand, since he’s always watching Enjolras from the back of the Musain with these sad, betrayed eyes. And it’s not until the ‘Do you permit it?’ scene that Enjolras realises Grantaire was actually very deeply in love with him.Like five of you said you wanted a happy version so.
Instead of all the bad stuff happening, they form an unlikely team when forced to live together. It turns out they’re more compatible than first thought. When Enjolras is working himself to death well into the night and it’s starting to get light out, Grantaire will come to him in the study with a candle and urge him to go to bed. Grantaire finds himself drinking less because Enjolras’ company is actually quite enjoyable when he’s not in the Musain and fired up on revolution, and so the need to drink himself to sleep is less prominent. Their debates are calmer, since they are at home, and they see eye-to-eye on more things than they originally thought possible.
They have quiet evenings where Enjolras is reading or writing notes and Grantaire sits and sketches, and they’re generally just surprisingly comfortable in each other’s company. Courfeyrac jests that they have settled into the roles almost too well.
Eventually this comfort starts to develop into something more on Enjolras’ part, and then from that other feelings start to emerge (I will die defending Enjolras as demisexual) – Enjolras has seen the way Grantaire looks at him, and though he’s not particularly good at reading people he thinks that even he can recognise what it is the cynic feels for him. He’s just never had the time or inclination to really think on it until now.
So one night he takes a risk. Though they usually have separate bedrooms Enjolras goes to Grantaire’s instead of his own, waiting in the bed in his nightshirt, trying to distract his nerves with a book.
When Grantaire returns that evening from whatever it is that Grantaire likes to do in the day (he has so many varying hobbies he could’ve been anywhere) he is naturally stunned to find Enjolras in his bed. Enjolras, in typical Enjolras fashion, is extremely open and frank about what he feels, and that if Grantaire is so inclined to take him to bed he would be very much in favour of that, but if not, he will of course return to his own bed and they need never bring this up again.
You can probably guess what Grantaire’s response is.
After that, one of the two bedrooms becomes a studio for Grantaire’s painting, since they have no need of it. They become a secret power couple, balancing each other brilliantly. They still bicker at meetings but make up later in each other’s arms. Combeferre and Courfeyrac raise their eyebrows at it but do not say a word, of course, they never would, not on their life.
Joly and Bossuet make jokes about how Grantaire must have found a kind mistress, since he seems more jovial of late. If Enjolras smirks to himself behind his papers at this, whose to know?
And since you wanted a truly happy version; in a totally unrealistic spin, the June rebellion is a success. Enjolras is forced to fade out of his radical politics, since there’s no need for a boy with a bayonet anymore and if he was to be in the public eye there is the great risk of exposure. He writes for papers though, under a pen-name, and his works are popular discourse regarding the political atmosphere. He takes pleasure in that, and is able to have a quieter life than he imagined.
To his parents he is still their daughter, happily wed and oh, what a shame, apparently barren, for there are no children to show for it
(unless you are inclined to believe they might choose otherwise). To Les Amis, he and Grantaire are simply living together as bachelors often do – nothing strange about it at all! And if they all notice there is only one bedroom in their home, well, that’s none of their business.
If you need me to narrow the prompt down I can, but can I have some canon era trans enjolras content? Most of the ones I can find are in modern aus.
OH MY DUDE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING ME THIS I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS!!!!
Enjolras realizes he’s trans because he was going through his father’s clothes to try and find something to make him look masculine so he would be more respected. He ends up frequently wearing male clothes and is just accustomed to being recognized as a man. He doesn’t realize that he’s male tho. He just thinks he’s a really good actor.
Finally, someone at a protest realizes he’s female and calls him out on it. He automatically yells “CITIZEN I BELIEVE YOU ARE MISTAKEN, FOR I AM AS MUCH OF A MAN AS YOU ARE A HUMAN!” He only realizes later that what he said was facts. He begins to take away all traditionally feminine clothes from his wardrobe and replaces it with clothes his father doesn’t want. He does keep around a few dresses to keep up the act for his parents.
Courfeyrac and Combeferre are a bit weary when they find out. They are supportive, but they just don’t understand. Their friend group is very different from anyone else and they just don’t understand. Enjolras tries his best to explain but he’s not the best with emotions and it’s hard to say “I feel like a man.”
It’s finally Jehan who is like, “I am not a man, nor a woman, yet you all seem to understand. I know you think it’s because I am a poet, someone who observes the world around them, yet does not participate, but no. I am not a man nor woman, for I am just me. You must understand that our dear friend Enjolras is as man as Adam. He was born as Eve but no, the universe has made a mistake, and now he is correcting it.”
Everything cleared up after that. When it comes to his relationship with Grantaire, it’s complicated. He never denies the man anything, for he truly loves him, but he is unsure if he can provide for what Grantaire is looking for. It’s only when Grantaire wants to die along side him does he realize that physical form is not what Grantaire was looking for. He was looking for Enjolras. In his last moments he prays that in whatever comes after life, his spirit, the whole being of Enjolras, can be alongside Grantaire.
(I love it whenever you come into my ask/interact with my blog, bc it’s amazing. I hope this satisfies your needs 🙂 )
Ok so today I was on the bus with another trans guy and we were talking about how hard it is to get testosterone. The waiting lists, the price, all the doctors you have to go to, that kind of stuff. Except, we were calling it ’T’, like you do when you’re both closeted and in public.
Then suddenly the elderly lady sitting behind us was like ‘young men, either I’m going crazy or you both have never heard of supermarkets, they have shelves full of tea there! Do you need directions to one?’
To which my buddy starts to explain, because why not. ‘Well you see, we’re both trans, and… ’
The lady didn’t wait for him to finish his sentence. ‘Oh no, I don’t mind that at all! Now do you want to know how to get to a place that sells tea? I’m actually heading there right now!’
We let her take us to the supermarket. We let her show us, excitedly, where the tea was. We both bought loads.







