christ is my favorite chaser
god fucking loves that i'm trans
people ask if there is any friction between my faith and my trans life. sometimes there's friction with my faith community, at least in an extended sense; my home parish is 1000% chill, but being any flavor of catholic tranny right now is a good recipe for psychic damage. but as for living a transsexual life in the light of christ? easier than breathing
the thomist argument against transness (believe it or not, i'm not a thomist, but bear with me) involves the impermeability of the natural category boundaries of creation: lead can never become gold, human can never become demon, and man can never become woman
but man and woman are not natural categories. they're a quirk of our particular human society, and to attribute them to the divine order is the height of arrogance. for me, becoming a woman was in no way a wholesale category shift but rather a bit of tinkering around the edges, as ontologically disruptive as getting a new haircut
many trans people understand their transition as an exercise of individual will against the bounds of circumstance and biological destiny. for me, accepting my womanhood was a joyful act of submission to my role in god's plan, beyond comprehension as it is. on the road to damascus, i was blinded by divine revelation, commanded to call my local clinic for titty skittles, yet unaware of the trials my lord had set before me but secure in the path i was to follow
hail tgirl, full of grace, the Lord is with thee; blessed art thou among wombyn, and blessed is the perv in thy DMs, Jesus