So, there seems to be a lot of wilful misunderstanding about what the word “cis” means, with a complete lack of will to listen to what trans women are saying, so I figured now is the time for me to come out as cis.
When I’m downing pints in the pub, watching the football and making whoooargh football noises, I’m a cis woman.
When I’m climbing trees and skinning knees, I’m a cis woman.
When I’m wearing a gigantic strap-on dildo and feeling the thing like a phantom limb, I’m a cis woman.
When I’m shoving the boys aside to explain to them how badly they’ve fucked up the barbecue and how to do it right, I’m a cis woman.
When I’m wiping out space armies on the tabletop or computer screen, guess what, I’m a fucking cis woman.
But wait! Those who deliberately refuse to understand the word “cis” cry. Surely I cannot be cis if I do these things, because I’m subverting gender roles.
See, when I was born, the doctors looked at my junk and went, “it’s a girl”. I grew up a cis girl, and I blossomed into a cis woman. I have never in my life been a trans woman, or a trans man. I have never experienced transphobia or transmisogyny. I have never transitioned. I’m also not non-binary.
And that’s all “cis” means.
That is all it means.
Cis is not trans.
Got it? Good.