Meanwhile, on Reddit...

Stories from under the over-broad 'trans umbrella'

You can’t say the trans community doesn’t have range. Really, there’s far too much variation nestling under the ‘trans umbrella,’ to the point that it’s downright misleading to bring all these people together and suggest that people with such diverse experiences and motivations have anything meaningful in common.

That’s what these Reddit stories are about: the many types of people who come to think of themselves as trans—from Eurovision fans to lonely teens to girls in flight from objectification and the men running toward it—and why and how they came to think of themselves that way.

Such as this young woman who decided to get a mastectomy after listening to too much Conchita Wurst:

Conchita Wurst Broke My Egg

That’s right. It was the first year I’d encountered the concept and the actuality of Eurovision. When I watched Conchita’s performance, and then started watching it over and over, putting the song on all my playlists… that was the moment my egg broke. I was already beginning to be socially out as asexual at that point. But after hearing that song, I knew that all my dysphoria was dysphoria, I knew that there was a reason I never felt like I fit in. That I was nonbinary, primarily agender, wanting an androgynous body profile.

Today, I had the pre-operative appointment with my surgeon to yeet my breasts, aka Mission: YeetTheTeats. I’ve got all my ducks in a row, surgery date set, all pre-op checks and post-op follow up appointments made. When spring comes, I’ll be myself inside and out.

No issues from medical insurance. 100% coverage with $0 copay has me over the moon. Full mastectomy, no nipples, here I come. I both got lucky and worked my ass off to get here.

I’m hoping to hear about other people’s YeetTheTeat experiences to further normalize the procedure in my head. To hear about the troubles and complications as well as the joy, the euphoria.

• Realized she was trans during Conchita Wurst’s performance at Eurovision (…)

• Decided to pursue extreme body modifications (double mastectomy with nipple removal) to achieve an “androgynous body profile” and deploying the “Yeet the Teats” language of the sociopathic TikTok surgeon Sidbh Gallagher

• Rejoices that these procedures will cost her exactly $0 out of pocket (so why wouldn’t you do it?)

• Envisions self-actualization through cosmetic surgery: “When spring comes, I’ll be myself inside and out.”

• Asks for the community’s help “further normaliz[ing] the procedure in my head” (I suspect it’s been far too normalized already!)

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Then you’ve got legions of lonely teenagers trying to pin down their sexuality, ideally without having to go outside and talk to real people:

Having trouble figuring out either orientation due to autism and lack of a social life (19F)

So for the past few years, I've figured I could be somewhere at least on the far ends of an aroace [someone who doesn't feel romantic or sexual attraction] spectrum, but it's hard to tell mostly because I don't have many if any friends and I'm autistic so I can't identify my feelings very well. I currently have a long-distance bf (25M) and while by all accounts he's pretty cool and I like being with him, it's hard to tell if I fully see him as a boyfriend or as a mega-best friend with benefits. In addition, my 'attraction' to people around me and/or celebrities and stuff is muddied up due to being in some unfortunate spaces (incel spaces, please don't ask) but in any case I tend to see people I find attractive either as walking art pieces or a new faceclaim I can use for whatever story I'm writing. At this point, I just approach it as "I could be ace but I have university homework so idrc right now". I do wanna get it resolved eventually though since my therapist is basically suggesting make friends first.