Anon asked me to explain trans* and I’m posting it like this so it’s rebloggable.
Imagine you have a clock. It’s a good clock. When friends visit they always comment on how nice of a clock it is, how well it runs, how pretty it looks…
The clock works very well for a number of years. From the day you are given this clock until then, it is a wonderful clock and it suits your lifestyle well enough.
Eventually, though, the clock starts doing strange things. The minute hand moves far slower than intended, the second hand won’t stop spinning around, the hour hand doesn’t seem to have moved in days. You find yourself disoriented because this clock has become such an integral part of your day to day activities. You can’t read another clock without being confused.
So you call a watchmaker and ask him to come examine the clock for you. He agrees, and you bring him the clock, and in his dusty clock-filled office he tells you that he knows how to fix it, he has all the tools, but due to the exact nature of this clock’s problem he can’t repair it without approval from a technician.
You go to the technician. He tells you that you have to see another technician and a government agent involved with clock towers, to make sure the time is right and the clock, not your inability to read it, is the problem and that the problem can, in fact, be fixed.
You go to all of these people and they all send you to the watchmaker with a letter. Two of them - the government official and one of the technicians - tell the watchmaker that your clock is, in fact, broken, and that he can go ahead and fix it. One of the technicians, though, wrote that the clock is not the problem. The problem is your inability to adjust to having a clock that moves the way that one does.
The watchmaker, of course, can’t fix you. He can’t fix the clock without the technician’s approval, so you have to go through another technician in another city. These appointments are expensive and take a lot of time and travel, but you need a functional clock, and you can’t get a new one because they all seem to break.
Eventually, after a few meetings, you manage to get the third technician’s letter. This one says we’re good to go. The watchmaker goes ahead and fixes your clock, but he can only fix the second hand.
To fix the minute hand, and later the hour hand, you will need more appointments and letters and a waiting period of several months to see if you can operate effectively with only the second hand functioning as it’s supposed to.
Then the entire process repeats with each of the other hands.
This is basically what being transgender feels like.