I’ve been having issues with wanting things lately. Something in my brain, part from my family and part from society and maybe part just me, tells me that simply wanting a thing isn’t a good enough reason to do it. It tells me that wanting is inherently selfish and unbecoming, that wants must always be placed below all other considerations. I can do a thing because it’s healthy, because it’s feminist, because it makes other people happy, because it’s educational. I can’t do it just because I want to.
(This has not made me a beautifully selfless and giving person. More “neurotic and passive.”)
Honoring our own desires is not something we’re taught to do. It’s assumed that kids are balls of cheerfully self-indulgent id already, that all you have to be taught is how not to eat everything and hump everything and name yourself Rocketship. The lesson on “actually, indulging yourself in safe and considerate ways is not just okay but necessary” never really comes.
So it’s something I’m learning as an adult. I’m learning that eating delicious things makes me healthier than diet-and-shameful-binge cycles. I’m learning that asking for sex doesn’t always get me laid but it has a much better track record than not asking for sex. I’m learning that when I have the time and money I’m allowed to go out and do silly things. (Did you know Boston has a trampoline park?!) I’m learning that well-considered self-indulgence is not half as annoying or gross or immature as allowing yourself to turn into a big bitter ball of frustrated desires.
I’ve wanted for months to start using this new name, and my “Wanting Isn’t Good Enough” brain kept digging up objections. It’ll be inconvenient for people! It’ll be confusing! It’d be okay to change to a masculine name if you were trans but since you’re not then you’re not allowed! It’s frivolous! It’s self-indulgent.
Damn skippy it’s self-indulgent. It brings me happiness and does nothing else for the world, and that’s okay, because bringing me happiness is something real and important."