On Hybrid Bodies

Hybrid bodies are beautiful. They are. I’ve declared it so. Hybrid bodies hold an allure, and I’m not referring to the blooming genre of transporn. Shemale. Chick with a dick. We’ve heard it all. There seems to be a message, from self-proclaimed tranny-chasers to society in general, that we aren’t supposed to be okay with our bodies unless they look like everyone else’s. Well, I don’t buy that.

Hybrid: a thing made by combining two different elements, composed of mixed parts. How many of us have gone through transition (whatever that means for you) and have reached a point, somewhere in there, when we had a penis and breasts? (The same happens for many transguys too, only they might reach a point of having a vagina and a flat chest.) At that point, we’re faced with several decisions. A: hide my body as I continue to struggle to afford “the surgery” (which won’t ever happen for many of us). B: learn to accept having a hybrid body.

Say it with me, “hybrid bodies are beautiful”. If we can spread this mantra around we can create a culture where our bodies aren’t marginalized, eroticized, violated, or hated. If we can make a campaign out of this then we can create support for all transfolk to be proud of their bodies, regardless of what surgeries they have or haven’t had done. Regardless of what combination of body parts they do or don’t have.

Lets make hybrid bodies visible for all to see. At pride this year I want to see transwoman marching topless in the dyke march. I want to visit the nude beach and see hybrid bodies frolicking in the sun. I want to go to a burlesque show and see a hybrid bodied performer who isn’t trying to hide, reshape, or cover up their parts. I want to attend open mics and hear people talk about owning a hybrid body and all the issues and comedies that come with that. I want to see a movement of hybrid bodies.

All because hybrid bodies are beautiful!