#hypersensibility — Public Fediverse posts

Just did my weekly groceries and drug store shopping and got a full week's count of stares. I'm not wearing anything particularly fancy, I'm just out there in my daily decent #transfemme fit. Not those brief glances but … incessant #cis-staring.

You get spotted, tracked, their eyes attached to your every movement. It happens in the streets, shopping in the supermarket. Men, women. It's so unpolite, unsettling, annoying. TF mind your own businesses.

At some point I began wearing my varifocals even when my vision of my surroundings was becoming blurred. Their blurriness allowed me to glide through everyday life in a relaxed manner, sucking on a cigarette to calm me down. But it’s summer, too hot for smoking, and my sunglasses aren’t prescription.

I discussed this daily experience many times with allies, gays, #trans siblings. Many tell me to ignore it as much as possible. I can't seem to get used to this. Is it because of my autistic social #hypersensibility?

I often think what PoC's experiences are, how degenerated eurocentric societies and their behaviour is; towards them, towards us queers. About the inevitability of just being and not asking for anyone's attention but nonetheless getting it in any aspect you think of. And I can only guess that height and posture have protected me from physical encounters, so far.

No, this isn't another German Stare rant. I got that while staying in Japan, too. The stares in India were the most intense in duration and relentlessness. I wasn't even visibly queer nor trans back then.

This is about being othered by just being looked at and tracked like you're a fucking freak sensation.

Just did my weekly groceries and drug store shopping and got a full week's count of stares. I'm not wearing anything particularly fancy, I'm just out there in my daily decent #transfemme fit. Not those brief glances but … incessant #cis-staring.

You get spotted, tracked, their eyes attached to your every movement. It happens in the streets, shopping in the supermarket. Men, women. It's so unpolite, unsettling, annoying. TF mind your own businesses.

At some point I began wearing my varifocals even when my vision of my surroundings was becoming blurred. Their blurriness allowed me to glide through everyday life in a relaxed manner, sucking on a cigarette to calm me down. But it’s summer, too hot for smoking, and my sunglasses aren’t prescription.

I discussed this daily experience many times with allies, gays, #trans siblings. Many tell me to ignore it as much as possible. I can't seem to get used to this. Is it because of my autistic social #hypersensibility?

I often think what PoC's experiences are, how degenerated eurocentric societies and their behaviour is; towards them, towards us queers. About the inevitability of just being and not asking for anyone's attention but nonetheless getting it in any aspect you think of. And I can only guess that height and posture have protected me from physical encounters, so far.

No, this isn't another German Stare rant. I got that while staying in Japan, too. The stares in India were the most intense in duration and relentlessness. I wasn't even visibly queer nor trans back then.

This is about being othered by just being looked at and tracked like you're a fucking freak sensation.