Chastity White Rose

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  • Trans Women are Women?

    I want to write about a common phrase going around. The first is “Trans women are women”. The second, which is similar is “Trans men are men”. If you’ve been around medium or transgender forums or groups you will hear statements like this. Both of them are equally valid and equally interesting. Both of these claims bring up questions of the soul in ways that I have been thinking about.

    First, it brings up the obvious questions: “What is a man?” or “What is a Woman?”. If the answer we give to these questions is simply based on what body parts we have or the sound of our voice, then it renders these statements meaningless. People can change their body parts through surgery and even change their voice with surgery and voice training. This leads to the idea that a man can become a woman or that a woman can become a man.

    If, however, we believe a man or a woman has certain character qualities or roles in society. Then someone proves their manhood or womanhood in the way they behave. When a boy or man cries he is sometimes told he is acting like a girl or woman. Is that statement true? If crying makes someone a girl then any of us can be a girl!

    But what about the reverse? What action does someone do to prove their manhood? In my experience, men think that the more women they have sex with the more of a man they are. This standard they have set automatically makes a virgin like me not a man at all!

    The crazy rules society sets for us remind me of the many conflicting rules around who or what is a Christian. I was raised as a Christian and so I often compare things to this.

    Some people say a Christian is someone who goes to church. Some say a Christian believes certain things about the death and resurrection of Jesus. Some say a Christian is someone who does good deeds and feeds the homeless or something like that. Which of them is right?

    Maybe all of them are right and all of them are wrong. They are right because there are people who calls themselves Christians who do these things. They are also wrong because they think that their definition of a Christian is the only one.

    All someone has to do to be a Christian is call themselves a Christian. If the Christians can do this, then so can transgender people. We can call ourselves male, female, nonbinary, genderfluid, or whatever other term people use these days. No one can say that we are objectively wrong, because nobody knows us like we can know ourself.

    But what exactly is the truth? How can I know for sure that what I am telling people is the truth? I once asked Honesty the unicorn about this and I learned there is more than one truth. There is the truth of my body but also the truth of my soul. I will copy and paste that conversation from my book here so that you can fully understand the depth of it.

    Chandler’s Honesty Part 4: Chapter 6: Which Truth to Tell

    C: What is it that you say you can show me?

    H: That telling the truth is not always as simple as you think. Sometimes there is more than one truth to tell and you might be torn over which to tell.

    C: And how can you show me this?

    H: With an example. When someone asks you if you are a man or a woman, which truth do you tell them? The truth of your body or the truth of your soul?

    C: Is this a trick question?

    H: Of course.

    C: I do not know how to answer this question. There are too many assumptions, too many complications in how things are defined. What is the answer?

    H: You can answer in any way you wish, but either way you are telling only half the truth, which can sometimes be very dangerous. So instead of answering either that you are a man or that you are a woman, you can answer: “It’s complicated”.

    C: Yes, it is complicated. You’re right about that, but it does not do anything to answer the question.

    H: Those who want to know the full story will take the time to listen to you explain the intricate details of who and what you are and how you feel. Those who don’t really care enough will hear you answer that it’s complicated and they will give up. This way those who only want to know what parts you were born with will go on to bug someone else instead but the more enlightened and curious will listen and get to know the real you.

    C: Very clever! A way to sort between two types of people and save time when I don’t know which truth to tell.

    H: This same technique can be used in other situations as well. If someone asks you if you believe in God, you can also answer that it’s complicated, because such questions are loaded with assumptions based on the culture, dominant religion, and the life experiences of the person asking. People think they know what a man or woman is and they think they know what God is but they don’t.

    C: This is all true and sometimes it’s the best answer, but can I handle the complicated details of these things myself? Only after I understand it can I begin to explain it to those who want to understand me. I want to dive down and understand these things. Words very much confuse me because I assumed they had a meaning but now I’m not so sure. I know it’s complicated and you’re right. Sometimes there really is more than one truth to tell, but I want to know all the versions of the truth, not just part of it.

  • The Pet Ants in Our Apartment

    Recently we have had ants come in through the window in the kitchen somehow. We feed them fruit and other things. There are a lot of them but they are completely harmless.

    They stay in the kitchen and eat what we give them and never bother us. So we don’t mind sharing our abundant food with them.

    My roommate calls himself the ant daddy and gives them things daily. We are both vegan and believe in the equality of all animals so it’s really quite normal for us to do this. Spiders we try to remove because they cause us harm by biting us, and could also be a threat to our pet ants. Yet we don’t intentionally kill them and just try to remove them and take them outside.

    I think that little things like this show that veganism changes us in ways that is not easily understood by many. Respecting the smaller life forms is no different that what I want people to do for me. I want people to respect who I am. I am a life form just like those ants. I am bigger and look very different but I have a soul just like them. I know this and have been exploring this philosophically and think about it daily.

  • Daily Blogging Goal

    I have decided that starting today, August 2 2021, I will start writing again daily. Even if I don’t have much to say or it isn’t inI have decided that starting today, August 2 2021, I will start writing again daily. Even if I don’t have much to say or it isn’t interesting. I want to get back into the habit.

    The truth is that I have not been writing lately because I have not been able to have a talk with Honesty the unicorn as was the case previously. My Chandler’s Honesty series was great but it wasn’t really my own work. The conversations take place at certain times.

    One night I attempted to start writing a part 6 of the story and it did not go as expected. It was a bunch of random nonsense until I started writing about what was really going on with my roommate who recently moved in. This became a problem because up until now I was able to talk about my life without concern of the privacy of someone who lives with me. I can be honest about myself but when it becomes about another person who wishes to keep a very private life it is a different story.

    I imagine this experience is much like the experience of other people who are concerned about the privacy and safety of their families. I have never been a very private person and I tell too much information about myself that people really don’t want to know.

    But what I can tell you is that I am happy. My roommate is my long time friend who is referred to as the Black Rose in previous parts of my story. They have talked about writing a book about their life. If they do, I look forward to helping them publish it! I have the experience in getting books self published even if I can’t get anyone to read them. They reason I am using they/them pronouns is because my roommate is nonbinary. Although it seems that he/him would also be the best pronouns that fit into the gender binary. So male or gender neutral pronouns may be used interchangeably because he is fine with being a he/him or they/them.

    He also has a fundraiser people can donate to if interested in helping him pay for top surgery.

    https://www.gofundme.com/f/hpb8ds-top-surgery

    As for myself, I am a transgender woman and people call me quite a mix of male and female pronouns. I look mostly like a man still but almost everyone at work knows that I prefer to be referred to by my new name and pronouns. It also helps that I have my new nametag.

    I am not angry at people who still call me Chandler or he/him. I know that most people are still not very understanding of transgender people and quite honestly the elderly can be very confused. People were previously taught that people were either male or female and that this is determined at birth by what private parts they have. I was taught this too but I no longer believe it.

    This is because I am transgender and I know now that people are not to be defined by their body. I don’t think that my body is who I am. I believe in the soul.

    This has helped me be happy with myself and to not focus so much on what my body looks like. My body has actually changed visibly recently due to the hormonal influence of estrogen and the lack of testosterone, but not as much as the way I see my life. I am still the same person I always was but I have learned new things that changed my perspective.

    Honesty the unicorn once told me: “ For there are things that must remain a mystery so that those who love the darkness will not destroy the bearers of light.”

    I now understand what Honesty meant. I wish I could tell you, but it’s complicated.

  • Chop The Top

    My best friend and roommate, River, needs to get something off his chest, literally. He is trans and wants his breasts removed for both reasons of gender dysphoria and back trouble. He started a GoFundMe so that people can help by donating and sharing while he saves up and works on getting a mastectomy.

    https://gofund.me/ad93dd33

  • The Life Dust

    In the beginning, there was no beginning. For something would have had to begin the beginning if there was one. Therefore, there always was a story, a never ending story. This was a story of what could have been, what may have been, and what may be.

    There was life in the dust, and the dust took infinite forms. Most of them never met each other but some of them did. Nobody knows where the dust came from. It always was, and there was no limit to the dust nor the space in which it traveled. There was an endless source of life and living things lived in different environments. Some lived in the heat, some in the cold. Each adapted to the environment it found itself in and some even mistakenly believed that the environment had be created for them, but the reality was that there was no separation from which was alive and which was not. Even when something appeared to die, it was an illusion. Things were broken sometimes but they always found a way of coming back together. Everything was connected.

    But there came a time when these lifeforms became aware enough to sense themselves and each other. They saw the shape or the color of a particular form of dust and assumed that the form it took was identical to the life force itself. But life was the magnet that connected the dust and all of the elements. Life was much like water. It was fluid and could take on any shape it needed to.

    Over time certain larger forms evolved. These were called plants, and animals. They were different in what they did but they were part of a system. New forms came about while old ones disappeared.

    There were many collections of materials in the infinite space. There were stars and planets. There were some planets full of life that did not experience much happiness. They fought and killed each other over who and what they were and which of them was the most important.

    But there were some planets where the animals experienced peace. They played and communicated in their own ways and everyone was happy. One of these planets would be called Animal Sanctuary if it was translated into the English language of planet earth.

    Part of the reason Animal Sanctuary remained peaceful is because it was ruled by a force stronger than gravity that held things together. This was the Truth. Animals on this planet were incapable of lying. They always spoke the truth because there was never any reason to lie. They had everything they needed and the didn’t really speak the same languages anyway. Most of the time they didn’t know what each other were talking about but they didn’t care because they had no fear. They appreciated the differences they had with others rather than competing.

    These animals did not always stay in one form either. They were like water or sand and could be whatever shape they preferred on a different day. So they didn’t really know who was who anymore. There wasn’t much of an idea of species and there certainly was no male or female either. They didn’t have sex or reproduce. They never were born and they never died. They came and went from planet to planet as they pleased. They were truly free in any sense of the word you can imagine.