Gender Noncomformity - Blog Posts

Flirtatious! Hobie Brown who can't help but lean in close to your ear and whisper the sweetest of compliments just to witness the blush on your face.

Flirtatious! Hobie who knows just how much you love it when he calls you by pet names and will use it to his advantage. "You got a sec, sweet pea?"

Flirtatious! Hobie who enjoys the way you throw back the best comebacks to his pickup lines

Flirtatious! Hobie who shamelessly flirts with you as Spider-Punk to the point where news articles are written about spider-punks mystery s/o.

Flirtatious! Hobie who loves the feeling of your breath against his ear when you whisper back how stupid that pick up line was.

But most of all, Flirtatious! Hobie who can't help but smile every time he sees your blush because he knows he's the one who caused it <3

Accidents Happen

Summary: Hobbie's medusa piercing gets stuck on your septum ring after a more heated make out session Characters/Pairings: Hobie x GN!Reader Word Count: 447 Warnings: minor mention of claustrophobia, panicked reader, reader has a septum piercing A/N: no one can tell me Hobie wouldn't look hot af with a medusa

"Oh my god.. Hobie. Hobie it's stuck." You words came out rushed and almost slurred, lips swollen and bruised from the harsh kisses your boyfriend had given you just seconds before. The once passionate moment was beginning to fizzle into nothing more than a dying ember at the bottom of a fire pit. You knew you should have flipped up the jewelry embedded in your septum and now, here you were with Hobie Brown literally stuck to your face.

"When people joked about you being stuck to me, didn't think you'd take it seriously, luv." His words came out teasingly, hands still gripping your hips. With a gentle squeeze of his hands he leaned in the slightest bit to close the small gap between your lips. "No. Hobie- it's.. it's actually stuck." As much as you loved the intimate way in which he was so close, you were also beginning to feel claustrophobic.

Your face heated up, cheeks going red and breathing becoming the slightest bit more rapid than your previous panting. Hobie's thumb caressed your cheek. "Lovely, it's okay. Take a deep breath for me, yeah? I'll get you out of here." His words were comforting.

You took one deep breath in, held it for four seconds and slowly exhaled. He glanced at your eyes and then to your nose, seeing just how tangled you really were. The slightest movement would tug on the silver jewelry between his tip lip and nose.

"m just gonna bring my hand up to your face, 'kay?"

He knew it wasn't going to help your panicking, but now that you were slowing your breathing he was more confident in his decision. Long fingers came between your noses. He brushed against yours, smiling a little when he noticed that sweet look in your eyes. In a few swift movements he had unscrewed the ball of his medusa, catching it in his free hand. He pulled back slightly and was quick to put the ball back on, not wanting it to get lost.

"That's better, innit luv?" He grinned mischievously.

"Much better. Thank you, Hobie." You sighed softly, feeling a lot freer than a few seconds ago. His hands began to move back to your hips. You flipped your septum ring up into your nose and giggled quietly at the gentle strokes of his thumb against your waist. "Let's get back to what we started, hm?" Hobie suggested, leaning back into your lips.

Runway Model

Summary: Hobie was surprised when you asked him to model some of your own designs, but he was not going to pass up on the occasion. Characters/Pairings: Hobie x GN!Reader Word Count: 276 Warnings: minor mention of blood, fluff

Both of you were half asleep. Hobie's arm was drapes across your stomach, head resting into the crook of your neck when the words slipped past your lips.

"You should try my designs.. I mean, they're not too different from your style and I think they should fit.." you rambled. God, he loved it when you rambled. He'd silence you with a soft kiss to the neck, the cool metal of his lip ring sending soft shudders down your spine. He could practically hear your racing heart beat.

"would luv to, babes." He'd reply, that knowing grin on his face at the slight flutter within your chest.

The next morning comes with the smell of coffee and bleeding fingers. Perhaps caffeine and sewing needles wasn't a good combination at 6am? The only reason you were up was because you couldn't sleep to begin with.

By the time it was 7am the outfit, still half done but at least fitted to Hobie's height, was showing progress. And by the time it was complete, Hobie was amazed.

There was something about the fact that your literal blood, sweat and tears having been put into this singular outfit impressed him. It was probably the dedication that came with it. He tried it on as soon as possible.

Although he was stoic, he also had a knack for jokes. He'd strut down your shared hallway, flashing poses and mischievous grins that would entice giggles from your throat. It had his own stomach fluttering.

Hobie Brown would do anything for you.

coining a gender identity.

I don’t personally identify with this, but some people I know and a character of mine with L O R E do.

✨Paradox Gender/Gender Paradoxical✨

a gender that has a contradictory description (EX: all encompassing, yet non existent)

Two (or more) gender identities at once that should be mutually exclusive, yet are both present (EX: agender + pangender)

Flag:

Shamrock green: creation, life, all encompassing, etc

Pastel/baby Pink: affection, self love, acceptance, peace, etc

Black: nothingness, unknown, confusion, imperceptible, etc

I used an impossible triangle to represent the conflicting nature & hard to describe feelings of the gender.

I don’t know what it’s like to be on hormones. I DO know what it’s like to be given a hard time over something you want because someone else is afraid. And I’ve seen a close friend or two (one was my ex) go through a LOT thanks to others who disagreed with how they identify. Especially if the individual in question is an older teen or grown adult, let them be. They’re old enough to know. If you don’t agree with something, that’s okay. Yes, there are cases where something happens someone may regret or not be completely happy with even after.

But for the most part — and I’m trying to say this carefully — the older someone gets, especially if they’re not changing their mind or seem to lean into it… they’re likely to know.

As someone who knows what it’s like to struggle with their gender expression and / or sexual configuration, I can speak on this to an extent. Let me clarify: I was born female. I choose to live as a woman, though some friends call me different pronouns because everyone who knows me sees me differently. Some see me one way, others see me another. But I dress and act how I please. I generally don’t speak on this with those in my life… seldom, if anything. I have gone through a long and hard process of self-discovery over the years, and that is the conclusion I came to.

I have my reasons why I made my decision; I don’t want to share them in this post, since it’s probably not necessary.

I don’t completely hate or dis-like my body. There was a time I did. This is my experience. This is in NO WAY to dis-credit others. I’ve learned to appreciate it and love it. I’ve made about as much peace with it as I can. Does that mean I never have days where I still feel a little bothered?

No.

Not everybody ends up making peace or deciding they can go without hormones or surgeries, and it can very much impact them. They shouldn’t have to suffer because of someone else’s preferences or comfort. People worry about things like this being dangerous — O.P. is right to say that lots of things can be considered “risky” or “ir-reversible.” Many of those things people still do, and somehow they’re given less fuss, depending on what it is. But, especially depending on age, for one, a person has a right to make their decision. They have a right to bodily autonomy. For my friends who don’t identify as the gender they were born with, keep rocking!

Don’t let anyone ever tell you what you can or can’t do, because it’s YOUR body and YOUR choice. You can’t control their fear over something they don’t like or understand.

"irreversible side effects of HRT" all of life is irreversible. i cannot go back a single second in time