What a magical experience. I have seriously never seen hir this giddy. When I look back at my own first binding experiences, they somewhat pale in comparison. When I bound for the first time, it was as a joke. I was curious about what would happen if I went to school in drag. There had been no longing, no lead-up, no certainty that the act of binding was something that would change my life in a positive way, that it was something that would make me more secure in an identity I already knew I had. Ze had all of those things tonight. Ze’s bound before, but never particularly effectively and never for wearing in the world, with clothing, presenting in a way that Ze likes. Ze’s already started on his process of understanding hirself in a gendered world. Ze sat for hours waiting to hit the send button on hir binder order, and when it finally arrived, ze texted me. It was a momentous occasion.
There’s nothing like helping someone who is newer to this than yourself to remind you of the wonder that is your daily routine. I’m always jarred to realize I’ve started to take that for granted. Every morning when we wake up and declare dominion over our bodies by shaping them in ways that sometimes seem impossible, we are bringing the magic of self-determination into the world. As I sat in hir room telling hir to pull downward and out, telling hir to breathe into hir stomach and not eat till ze’s overly full and not slouch too hard even though it’s tempting and to ease hirself into binding, and so many other things that I know because I’ve been doing this for years, I started to feel like an elder, like I’m ready and able to mentor other folks, like I’m in a place now to pass on the power.