In 2021, my country debated on a law to open medically assisted procreation to women couples and single mothers. When it was debated we asked for it to broaden the conditions to include trans men and transmascs since the only mention of women excluded whose who had changed their gender markers.
We were consistently told by cis and trans women alike to stop making reproductive rights about men, that it was their fight.
The law passed. And we celebrated, and they celebrated, and we held back tears, we'd never be fathers.
In 2024, my country debated on putting abortion in the constitution.
The minister of families received 2 renowned TERFs and tried to change the law go forbid professionnals to refuse an abortion to "women", so trans men whose gender markers were changed could be denied. And we fought, and we fought for the definition to be changed and we won, and we celebrated in
“If men could be pregnant it’d be in the constitution already !”
After I got assaulted, I wanted to take a self defense lesson.
They were “cis and trans women only”, because a man like me shouldn't know how to hit. I went to the gym and I punched a dummy until my knuckles turned purple.
I got a sleep exam. Under anesthesia, the doctor asked me if he should say “sir or ma’am”. I’m tied up on the bed. I asked him to say “sir”. He tells me “I guessed so, you’re such a pretty boy” and he stroke my arm. I want to scream and cry. When I recall the scene to people I'm stealth with, they say I just dreamed, he wouldn't do that, I'm a man. I'm a hysterical woman with extra steps.
I catter to my wounds alone and I wonder
If I got to the point of being hatecrimed
If people would argue on my grave
