#name change

I changed my name on various social media pages, including my two Tumblr blogs! As a result, this blog (raides-art) will be inactive. I will upload all my art on my main blog, raidesart (without a hyphen):

>https://raidesart.tumblr.com/(formerly raide-draws-fanart.tumblr.com)

>https://raidesart.deviantart.com/ (formerly raidedeviant.deviantart.com)

>https://www.instagram.com/raidesart/ (new account)

If you have the slightest interest in fashion and reside in Toronto, chances are that you have heard of [or are obsessed with] the brand Chloé Comme Parris. Unless you live under a rock of course. Sister duo, Chloé and Parris Gordon, are the brains behind this downtown grunge clothing line, that was talked about for days before it’s most recent show at Toronto Fashion Week. Pairing patterned sheer thigh-high tights with oversized knits and velvet dresses made them an instant crowd favourite at the shows. Throw in a couple of leather pieces and we were all dying to get our hands on a piece [or ten]. 

Although the clothing has been nothing but a hit, the name ‘Chloé Comme Parris’ just wasn’t doing it for the two girls. As they begin to prepare for international growth, the Chloé and Parris wanted to change the brand’s name to focus more on their customers, and less on themselves. Enter, Beaufille. This new name loosely translates to, 'handsome girl’ [Fashion Magazine]. I couldn’t think of a more perfect fit for this androgynous clothing line. 

Congrats on the name change ladies. I can’t wait to see what you have in store for us next! Xo 

panhasablog:

Thinking about the cis girl at my high school who changed her name purely because she thought the new one was cooler because she saw me change mine (for trans reasons) and was like oh wait I can just do that? I can just start using another name? that’s the energy we should be bringing to name changes

Went to court and officially got my name changed yesterday! Also went to the DMV immediately afterward and got a new license! I’m now officially Keith Zackary Gabrielsen!

I’ve been using the name for a while now online, but over the holiday I took steps to make it official and today it became official. So…. Hello! My name is Lin, I’m a 21 year old animation student in Scotland. I hope we can get along!

I changed my name. Okcupidities wasn’t really representative of what this tumblr is about anymore. I have more interesting things to write about now than obnoxious dudes on OkCupid.

Little feminist bitch is more fitting. I am one, and I’m being made into one.

all-hale-eliot will be changing to QuentinsQuill to reflect the future focus of this blog. 

Changing to laura-arro-doodles, just a heads up~

Hi! It’s been a while! I actually have a question for you all!!

When legally changing your name, how did you go about getting money from family/friends?

For context, I have no problem asking!! I just don’t know if I should be making a gofundme or something like that!!

It’s just so weird that my new name is slowly making it’s way around the line at work. It just makes me smile when I hear them say “Hey Ace!”

I ride the bus. I like the bus. I like not relying on a car, and I like being a part of the temporary community of passengers on any given leg of a journey. I like being able to work or read or space out while getting to my destination.

And I like boarding the bus.

When I get on board the bus, I flash my student ID, which allows me to ride for free. My ID is not particularly aesthetically pleasing - bright red, and it isn’t fun to dig out of my wallet (particularly in mittens) - it always seems to make its way to the most cumbersome of locations, usually jammed between some never used membership card and the souvenir penny from Dollywood. But once I manage to get it out, despite its poor design and in-your-face redness, I breathe a sigh of relief, contentment, and pride- I experience emotions beyond the peace and sense of accomplishment I get just from managing to unwedge it from that wily Dollywood penny.

In addition to all of the numbers and information required by my university, my ID features my face and my name, exactly as I prefer them, well not exactly, as I was trying to go for a cool-kid-toothpick-in-the-mouth look in my ID photo, but the toothpick is invisible and I look a bit like an awkward llama, but I think you may be catching my drift - My ID features my preferred name and a photo of me presenting as the gender with which I identify, silly face and all. 

I often think about how the experience of having identification that truly represents who you are is taken for granted by most cisgender people. I use my ID or my student ID or a credit card or a login username multiple times a day, and multiple times a day, I get to celebrate that I am living as me and have all these documents that say that. Who but a trans person gets a buzz out of flashing an otherwise ugly and annoying ID as they walk on the bus?

I acknowledge that this particular example is a privilege of having the resources to get documentation that represents me and that often the use of IDs is a very negative experience for trans folks. I remember that time, too, when my ID didn’t represent me, and displaying it made me feel ashamed or put me at risk. And I also remember the joy, even back then, of hearing my correct name used. I remember first place setting that said “Sebastian” on it. I still have it somewhere. I remember the awesomeness - that same buzz (relief, contentment, pride, and excitement) - of wearing a name tag with the correct name. 

I think beyond not taking it for granted that our names and/or documentation reflect who we are, when trans folks say their preferred names or when others use our preferred names, we get to celebrate all the work that we’ve done to get where we are. And I’m not just talking about the hard work of going to court and waiting in the lines at Social Security, for those of us with legal name changes - I’m also (and mostly) talking about the identity work we’ve done, the coming out to ourselves, the coming out conversations with others, the work to be resilient through discrimination, the work to claim our identities and ask or demand that others honor and respect them. For many cisgender people, names are something they were given, they are a label that is effective and in some ways a representation of their identity by default-for most trans people, our names are accomplishments, victories, examples of our hard-won autonomy. 

How cool is it that I get to be reminded of my courage, my work, my accomplishments, my autonomy, my support systems, and my ability to live my own truth every time I get on a bus? IT IS VERY COOL. And that’s something I get to experience expressly because I’m transgender.

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This post is part of a series on positive experiences I’ve had that are unique to being a trans person and/or a person who went through a gender transition. Read more about the series, titled Hail To Whatever You’ve Found in the Sunlight that Surrounds You and see more posts under the hashtag #hailtowhateveryouvefound

gals-s:

“That’s just how it is with some lesbian children; they outgrow the names their mommas gave them, grow into something different, someone different from what anyone could have expected of them. Taking a new name is like being born all over again into who they should have been all along.”

–Sweet Thing, Joy Parks

Hi All,

Just to let you guys know, I’ve changed my Tumblr username from noririn to konoriarts, just to make it consistent with my Facebook page’s name handle. As a result, the URL for my Tumblr blog has also changed from “noririn.tumblr.com” to “konoriarts.tumblr.com”.

Sorry for any confusion I may have caused. owo;