The Transgender Dictionary originated as a read-only channel on a now-deleted discord server of my own creation. I kept coming across words with meanings that I wanted to keep track of, as well as useful YouTube videos that I didn't want to lose. This alphabetized list started getting pretty detailed as more and more members of the discord server suggested more and more terms. I tried getting more and more people to join the server to check out this list. These attempts were largely unsuccessful, and it was brought to my attention that having this information locked in a discord server made the information inaccessible to others.
After some contemplation, I made a new version of this "dictionary" that consisted of numerous Google Docs all linked to one another. I was told by someone on Discord that it was bad to force people to use Google Docs to access information. This got me thinking some more.
Using the website builder known as "carrd" I made a new version of The Transgender Dictionary. The problem with carrd is that there is a limit to the number of available assets for a website, even with premium, and I got pretty sick of paying for premium. After that, I remembered that I knew how to do basic coding in HTML, and voila, here we are.
This is a list of reasons why I decided to make this website. These list of reasons are not in any particular order, but are numbered to keep track of the total number of reasons. This list will be updated over time, much as will be the rest of this website. Edits can be seen on internet archive.
Sometimes, I share my own personal experiences throughout this website. Here they are all linked.
In October of 2024 (around 2 months postpartum), I had the Mirena IUD placed while under general anesthesia. The Mirena was presented to me as the best possible birth control. The doctor who suggested it stated that she recommends this IUD for all of her transmasculine patients. I was given oxycodone to manage the pain. The oxycodone did not reduce the pain of the IUD. Not even slightly. The pain from the IUD started from the moment I woke up from the anesthesia, and did not stop until I had the IUD removed 2 weeks later. Allegedly, the majority of people who get an IUD forget that it is there. I have no idea how it is possible to "forget" that a small plastic rod is constantly poking and digging into your insides and shifting around with every step that you take, and any time you have anything pressed against your abdomen, but many women claim that they are unable to feel this. Personally, I trust the receptionist at the OBGYN who told me that most people have those things removed after a week. Genuinely, it is a miracle that I even lasted 2 weeks.
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When I was 17 years old, I attended a community college for one semester. At the time I attended this college (the location of which I will not be naming), I was living in off-campus student housing nearby. At this small one bedroom apartment, my only roommate was my normal morph ball python named Motorbike ("Mike" for short).
Awkward and autistic, I was trying to make friends. The strategy that I decided on at the time was to try and invite potential friends over to my apartment on Tuesdays to see me feed Mike (or maybe it was Thursdays. I can't remember. I still have the snake, but he eats less frequently now that he's bigger). It was not the best strategy to try and make friends, but I was awkward and autistic (still am) and I figured that finding someone else who was interested in snakes might be a good idea for new friendship.
I was also openly transgender. I would openly answer questions about being transgender. A the time, I was using testosterone patches, a method of GAHT that had to be replaced weekly. I replaced the patches on the same day that I fed Mike, as it was easier for me to remember to do these two weekly tasks on the same day.
Both before and after I had my first visitor, I'd been noticing an increase of deliberate avoidance. Everyone would step around me in between classes. I would have elevators to myself. Other people would run off if I was nearby. I would be ignored or barely tolerated. There was an increasing disgust towards me that I could not figure out the source of.
I did end up having visitors. Not many, and I won't go into overwhelming detail, but there were a few who did, in fact, come over to see me feed thawed rats to my serpentine companion. It confused me as to why I could hear people outside the window of my apartment, and why it seemed like there were people waiting outside and maybe trying to look in, but I did meet people that I briefly considered friends.
The judgmental stares and whispers on campus only increased. I started to face physical violence, sexual violence, and outrage. I couldn't figure out why, but it seemed like a lot of people were very upset with me. I started getting kicked out of spaces. Denied food in the cafeteria depending on who was working. I was being treated like dirt but couldn't fathom why. I was told that I deserved to be treated the way that I was being treated. I was told that I should've known what it was that I'd done.
The off-campus student housing that I was living in was mildly infested with cockroaches (I was told that it was more severe on the second floor. I lived on the ground floor where I only saw them on occasion). When the apartments started to be treated for these roaches, I was, of course, concerned for the well-being of my snake.
I covered the tank with a wet towel, and brought the snake with me onto campus in a cloth bag to keep him safe and warm. As I already mentioned, he is still alive and well. I'd like to also add that I no longer live somewhere that is infested. When I brought the snake to campus, I was encouraged to take him out of the bag and show him around. I was hesitant to do so, as I didn't want to stress him out, but once I did take Mike out of the bag, he remained calm and friendly.
The reaction to Mike was mixed. Some thought that he was cool. A few people screamed in startled fear upon seeing the small python. The primary reaction, however, was not what I had ever expected. Apparently, there had been a rumor that spread across the entire campus that I was a pervert who was trying to lure people to my apartment and rape them. Apparently, there was the assumption that "python" was somehow a metaphor for my genitalia. There were even rumors that I had raped the few women brave enough to come to my apartment.
When the rumor was finally explained to me, I cried right there on the spot. At the very least, stories of the real live ball python on campus gradually (quickly, in the case of those who laid eyes on him) corrected the previous assumptions. I don't know whether or not snakes were allowed on campus, but there was guilt in the eyes of students and instructors alike. I cannot even count how many times I heard the phrase "OH MY GOD YOU ACTUALLY HAVE A PET SNAKE?!?!?!?!?!" or variations thereupon. There were apologies from people I'd never even met. Random people even offered me money or to buy me food.
Apparently, the few women who had come over to my apartment had only done so with other people on standby outside. They were waiting to beat me up once I "made a move," and were ready to run in the moment they received some kind of confirmation that I was a sexual predator. Unfortunately, even after confirming that I really had a pet snake, they were unable correct the rumors in time to avoid others from going after me. The truth - that I literally had a pet snake - did not spread until after I finally brought him to campus.
I don't think that this would have ever occured had I not been an autistic transgender man. As of me writing and recalling this story, I am 21 years old. I did not return to campus after that single semester.
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These links are not affiliated with The Transgender Dictionary, however, I do think that they are useful and that you should consider checking them out.