Tell me about/explain to me the concept of genderqueer

With a few threads on transvestism/crossdressing/SRS lately, I’ve noticed a few times that the ideas of genderqueer have come up. Well, I’ve read about it a bit now (like on Wikipedia), but I still don’t know if I quite get it. Is it a catchall term for anyone who isn’t either in the situation of 1) having their brain gender match their physical gender or 2) having their brain gender not match their physical gender? Is it supposed to describe someone who has both male and female characteristics? How does it differ from someone who simply believes they have characteristics of both genders?

If anyone has any stories to tell/explanations to share/anything that might help, please explain away! Thanks!

So many of these threads cropping up. Priam needs to start a thread that sounds something like “Ask the guy that knows about things like this”.

I can’t explain it any better than wikipedia, though.

Lel, I’m almost at as much of a loss here as you are. But my impression, which I presume somebody who knows what they’re talking about will come along and correct, is that it’s a generic classification for anyone who doesn’t fall into stereotypical sex roles.

AHunter, for example, is a heterosexually oriented male, and he is not (AFAIK) a crossdresser. But he has (according to his own postings) always regarded himself as something of a sissy-boy and decided to accept and revel in the role, rather than allowing himself to be put down for it. Almost anything that’s considered “out of proper gender role” (by traditional standards) that a given person enjoys can be accepted these days as an eccentricity – but enough of them in the same person, and he or she is regarded as something of an odd duck. The idea of “genderqueer” describes someone who accepts the role of being that odd duck, and thrives on his/her nonconformity.

I’m not sure that’s correct – but it’s the impression I’ve formed. Paging matt_mcl for corrections!

My own impression matches Polycarp’s.

But would it be “ask the guy” or “ask the person” or what would be the proper gender identifier? :stuck_out_tongue:

Also, what does one do about being somewhat outside one’s typical gender perceptions? It’s not like being transgendered, where you can live life as the other gender. (I’m not by any means saying it’s easy to be transgendered, I’m just saying that the option is sometimes there to live life as the opposite gender.)

And yes, I’m hoping this might explain why I keep forgetting my proper gender role and keep having to remind myself that biologically I am female and as such, it’s kinda weird that I feel I need to open doors for others, or pull out their seats, or open bottles for others, or carry heavy packages for people. I’m sick of not being able to wear a tie or a dress whenever I feel like it. Maybe I’m just rebelling against gender roles in general or such, but somehow, I don’t think I am. I’m past my years of rebelling against society, and yet, there are still a number of gender roles I don’t quite understand or conform to.

I hope this whole genderqueer thing involves acceptance of nonconformity, because then I just accept it all and move on! :stuck_out_tongue:

I’m still figuring it out; frankly I think everyone is still figuring it out.

At least for me, it means that I’m far enough away from gender norms for it to be uncomfortable, though not so far for me to actually be trans. Basically, I was casting about for a word for this thing that had been bothering me for a long time, and that’s what was put in front of me.

That matches me pretty well. I guess now the acronym is GLBTQAG? We need another vowel or two so we can make a pronouncable acronym:)

I wonder if it works for males and females. It seems to me that a female is given much more social leeway to conform to male expectations in many ways than vice versa, and thus a male might be “genderqueer” while a female might “have ambiguous interests/traits”. Just a passing thought.

And ummm, is it offensive if I tend to refer to the big ol’ acronym in my head as “alphabet soup”? It’s a whole lot easier to remember than “persons of alternative sexuality/gender identity!”

I wonder what gender-neuter would fall under. If given a hypothetical scenario that I instantaneously one day were magically transformed into a woman, as often comes up under discussions of physical and psychological gender, the only downsides to this would be:

– Periods.
– Discrimination against women (except in the area of child custody and divorce settlements but I don’t plan on getting married anytime soon!)

Other than that, I really wouldn’t feel like I’m missing out on anything. I don’t wake up every day and scream “YAYYY! I’M A MANNNN!!!”. In fact, if that were to magically happen, it’s not out of the question to once in awhile have sex with men, depending on the circumstances. This despite the fact I’ve never been attracted to anything but females (I guess you could call that a bit autogynephilic?) But I’d probably become a lesbian.

In other words, is there a check box for “don’t care”? (Yeah, people say that that just means I’m a typical guy since I don’t really have to think about it, but the thing is, I have thought about it and there’s no real reason I’d have to stay a man, just the inertia of it, and the muscle weakness, and the expense, and the fact I’d look horrible as a women IMO.)

Of course, hormones and their interaction with the brain probably plays a part in gender dysphoria so there would be “hidden” downfalls having nothing to do with my consciousness to that scenario as well.

I do know that there are lots of women who identify as genderqueer. (In fact, i’ve heard of more genderqueer women than men.)

Not to me. I remember andygirl making reference to something similar to that (the “alphabet soup room” or somesuch) relating to her experiences at Dartmouth. If anyone has a burning desire to do a search, I doubt it will show up; probably been archived.

It’s a tough one…I’ve been more and more recognizing myself as genderqueer for the past two/three years, and I don’t know how to tell people about it, the ones who have know me for quite a few years as a female-to-male transsexual.

Ok first the definitions I go by:
Where I hang on the internet or in real life, genderqueer can mean someone who is non gender normative in their clothes and attitude, to a bigger extent than once in a blue moon, often done on purpose to fuck with society’s perceptions to what a man/woman should look or act.
Or I see it also used to mean someone who doesn’t feel at all either like a man or a woman, trans or not: people who feel neuter, androgynous, multigendered, third-gendered etc, whatever they look or act.

In my case, I use it to express, to try to grasp the complexity of my identity. I don’t feel at home when I’m being referred to as a woman or girl, but boy or man feel more and more foreign either. I would prefer to avoid gender altogether.

My clothes are mostly unisex, and when I’m wearing something masculine or feminine connotated, I feel like in drag, I don’t feel “bad”, but I do feel it’s a cover, these clothes don’t “blend” with me, whether I enjoy or not wearing them.
I can be seen as anything in the streets, butch dyke, femmy fag, het girl, young teen boy or “what the fuck is that?!”.

Mentally wise I’m most at ease in a role usually seen as feminine: I like to be taken care of, to follow a lead, do things to people, make them happy, I’m scared of any physical or verbal aggressivity and of any confrontation in general, even mild. I genuinely like to clean and tidy up a place.
My favorites activities aren’t very masculine or feminine either.
I am also, and have always been highly comfortable with the lower part of my body and sexually wise I’m strickly a bottom and in BDSM context a submissive.

But I also feel more at ease with plenty of body hairs and am taking testosterone, love my deeper voice, and have had top surgery. I wear my hair really really short.
I don’t plan to change my name. I have took a male name but it desn’t fit, it’s masuline, I go by some neutral names with people who know me well.

For a joke I say in FtoM, I’m the “To”, that nebulous in-between space, but even that is not true because most FTMs feel pretty much male even before any body mods or while in transition.

Me I feel genderless nearly all the time, I began to question my boy identity, about, yeah, three years ago, lasting several months than reverting back to seeing myself as a boy, it went by cycles pretty regularly, but now I have had a steady “non-identity” for a year. It’s like being in a fog, a misty place.
I don’t feel a void, it’s like there is no place for a gender-based identity. In my day to day life I don’t say “oh I’m feeling quite neutral today!”, I just don’t feel anything.
I don’t know if I will keep on thinking/being like that or for how long.
It makes my head hurt, I don’t like feeling like that, even more since I feel like a “bad trans”, you’re not supposed to be transsexual then change your mind, but I must say I feel totally in my place, even if I don’t really know what it is.

With my boyfriend, I’m fine with him using different pronouns for me at different times, I had asked him to only use fem pronouns, to see how I would feel, but he didn’t managed to do it. Sometimes I’m his little gay boi, sometimes his soft butch girlfriend. Sometimes he likes me highly feminine and as a girl, sometimes he likes me truly looking like a young man.
He’s het by the way, hetero-flexible with some bi-curious leanings. He doesn’t get it at all but he never makes negative reflexions about all that.

I do have an interesting life though, that’s for sure.

I figure sooner or later we’re going to end up with an acronym for Qadgop the Mercotan! :stuck_out_tongue:

I hate competitive sports, am nauseated by careerist ambition and bluff confidence, had a lifelong fear of being drafted into the military (until I became diabetic), and managed to avoid many other masculine rites of passage. I scored higher on my SAT verbal than math. I spout witticisms, overuse parentheses, prefer mixed drinks to bottled beer, and am obsessed with the 1930s and '40s to the point of collecting vintage records, clothing, and small appliances. I own approximately two dozen pairs of shoes and a cocktail shaker. I have very little upper body strength. I have a deep aversion to loud noises, firearms, bugs, and violent behavior (aside from a tendency to throw and break small objects in anger two or three times a year).

At the same time, I am (at least theoretically) heterosexual in the extreme. I have about as much sexual desire for males as I do for commercial kitchen grease traps - to the point that seeing the average man walking around town with the average woman makes me ever so slightly sick. The trouble is, I offer so little in the way of traditional male traits that I can’t imagine attracting the kind of elegant, feminine woman I have always desired. (See “theoretically” above.) This despite the fact that I appear, sound, and act masculine, allbeit on somewhat outmoded role models.

You figure me out - I can’t.

I’d make an awfully unimpressive transvestite, as I already dress like the girlperson I’d be if I were female: jeans, sneakers, tshirt. And no makeup and no significant shaving of furry parts and simple unadorned midlength hair.

I’d find sex role and sex-behavioral expectations of me as a woman to be wrong and annoying much of the time, although probably not as wrong, frustrating, and pragmatically an interference as the expectations of me as a man.

I have no problems with my plumbing or overall morphology. Except for being a bit on the tall side, I could be reconstructed as female fairly believably, having a light small-boned frame. No urge for the surge, though. Never sat around wishing I had breasts (if they were small, I could adjust; if I woke up with big awkward ones, I’d be wanting breast reduction surgery in a hurry). On the other hand, when I go to gym I’m there in hopes of a sleeker abdomen and it’s always weird and foreign to be surrounded by so many guys who wish to “bulk up”. Wanting enormous upper arms and a barrel chest is as alien to me as wanting enormous EE tits.

If I were single, it would be really really nice to present myself as a nice geeky dyke and to figure that it would not be the default assumption of the vast majority of women I was attracted to that I would be more sexually forward or aggressive than they were. I’m not passive or submissive but it’s always felt right to be responsible for about 40% of moving things along, and to be approached and/or brought along a whole lot more than happens for me as a male with women. And when I did act in a more sexually forward & overt way, not to have that action seen and interpreted with all the connotations it would tend to have when I do so as a guy. It’s frustrating to explain all this to lots of folks, especially when everything is “a matter of degree”.

I already know I like lesbian company & community in general. (What’s the inverse equiv of “fag hag”?)

I’m very theoretical and blabby-talkative in academic analytical cerebral mode, and so much of sex and gender to me is politics and sociology, dynamic abstraction layers of interwoven concepts, so to me it’s not about being “in the wrong body”, although sometimes I envy the way more people can “get” that than can “get” what it is and what it feels like to be a misfit in a matrix of early postpatriarchal-transformational period polarized and eroticized sex role personality and behavioral definitions. And yeah now and then, at least briefly, it really hits me that surgery could take place in a very short period of time, whereas the societal changes that I hanker for aren’t likely to make really significant progress while I’m alive or still young enough to reap much benefit. It’s not the body, though, for me, although so much of what transsexual folks say about their experiences makes me feel close kin.

Make friends with a gay guy and get him to set you up with his fag hag. :wink:

Hee! When you find out, tell me – most of my girl friends are lesbians too. (“Lesbians! My favourite!” - Buster Wilde)

Dutch boy (likes to hang around dykes).

I was just reading in either Out or Instinct about some alt-rock guy and his wife who have had a series of surgeries to reduce the gender differences between them. Their stated goal is to create a “new gender” a la Hedwig. I’ll look up the article when I get home as I can’t pluck the person’s name out of my memory.

Now see, that’s just weird. I love the differences between people and genders. I don’t particularly care to be in a world where everyone is pretty much the same. I like that women are different than men! I like that Americans are different than Ugandans! I don’t give a shit who you are; you’re not going to be happy if your existence is a mirror image of your partner’s. Whether you’re talking about love or just general human existence, people need differences.

Well, gee, if I can deal with being the same gender as my partner…

Aaargh. I appreciate the thought and all, but…aaargh. The closest I’d want to come to a fag hag is nailing Joan Crawford at about the age she was when she made Grand Hotel.