Hombre trans demuestra que la menstruación no sólo es de mujeres

“Sí, lo sé. Soy un trans y un maricón y lo que eso supone para mí es algo que no está aquí ni allá, es un punto medio feliz y que asusta a la vez” se lee al inicio de la publicación de Cass Clemmer un artista trans que publicó una polémica imagen donde se le ve sentado en una banca con un letrero y una mancha de sangre por su periodo.

La intención de Cass Clemmer al subir aquella foto a redes sociales es acabar con los estereotipos de género y dejar claro que la menstruación no solo es malo para las chicas,  “La regla no es sólo cosa de mujeres”.

Señala que la idea se le ocurrió cuando una amiga le comentó lo incomoda que se sentía cuando le bajaba, “Somos amigos desde hace tiempo, ella es una feminista, pero cuando me di cuenta de que ni siquiera ella había considerado la posibilidad de que yo tuviera la regla, me di cuenta de que debía hacer pública mi historia para ayudar a cambiar la creencia de que la regla es algo sólo de mujeres”, explica.

Era más que obvio que Cass Clemmer iba a recibir varios comentarios negativos pero lo sorprendente fue que los mensajes positivos fueron más y de hecho fueron las personas trans quienes aplaudieron su imagen.

Y’all know I’m trans and queer, And what that means for me all around, Is something that’s neither there nor here, It’s a happy, scary middle ground. So when I talk gender inclusion, And I wrote these rhymes to help you see, I’m not tryna bring up something shallow, Periods are honestly pretty traumatic for me. See my life is very clearly marked, Like a red border cut up a nation, A time before and a time beyond, The mark of my first menstruation. So let me take you back, To the details that I can still recall, Of the day I gained my first period, And the day that I lost it all. I was 15 and still happy, Running around, all chest bared and buck, Climbing trees, digging holes, And no one gave a single fuck. I mean I think my ma was worried, So I went and grew out my locks, A sign I was normal, still a girl, A painted neon sign for my gender box. So, the day I got my period, My god, a day so proud, This little andro fucked up kid, Had been bestowed the straight, cis shroud. The relief got all meshed up in my pain, In that moment, I sat down and cried, Just thanking god I was normal, While mourning the freedom that had died. Everyone told me my hips would grow, I looked at them and couldn't stop crying, "What's wrong with you? You'll be a woman!" They kept celebrating a child dying. See my body had betrayed me, That red dot, the wax seal, On a contract left there broken, A gender identity that wasn’t real. Most people deal with blood and tissue, And yet my body forces me to surrender, Cause every time I get my cycle, Is another day I shed my gender. My boobs betray me first, I feel them stretching out my binder, I send up questions, "am I cursed?" And wish to god that she was kinder. The five days it flows, I try to breathe, I dissociate, While my body rips outs parts of me, Leaving nothing but a shell of hate. The blood drips from an open wound, Of a war waging deep inside my corpse, The battle between mind and body, Immovable object; unstoppable force. #bleedingwhiletrans #menstruator #genderinclusion #mencanmenstruate #protectranskids #periodpride #genderdysphoria #menstruationmatters #ifmenhadperiods [PLEASE SHARE!????]

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