Reproduction seems like the very foundation of everything. It is, sort of, everything. It is why I can type this, think this, be this. But, reproduction, like all things in nature, is not one-dimensional. It is as multifaceted as nature itself. It is chaos. For so many though reproduction is rather, well, simple. It is the literal birth of another being. For so many, this is the essence of existence. For far too many, this is the essence of worth. For me though, and for many other queer and trans folks, this cannot be the essence of our existence or our worth. If it were, that would be unbearable. For someone with a body that is a seeming contradiction, reproduction has come to mean something very different to me. Reproduction cannot mean the birthing of another being. For me, it is the birthing of another way.
I follow this ethos whenever the hegemonic powers that be, subliminally tell me, I have little to no worth, because I cannot, or will not, reproduce as my body “intended.” Darwin’s birthing of the concept of evolution has evolved the human species more than evolution itself. In such a short span of time, humanity has reconfigured its very understanding of itself because of a 502-page book entitled, "The Origin of the Species."
Queer and trans existence then seems to me like the rebuttal of hegemonic, reproductive powers. Queer and trans existence, those who have been both blessed and burdened with this identity, are the pioneers of a new way. Raising human intellect just by being, just by existing. Repaving the cobbled human roads that have taken us here, but have not taken us far enough. Reconfiguring how humans see themselves. Queer and trans folks have the potential for reproduction in its most rudimentary sense, but also have the additional power to reproduce and reconfigure via thought. The parents of a future where “gender” is a source of liberation, rather than suffocation. Giving birth to a new future. Giving birth to another way.
Author: Jamie DiNicola Instagram: @jamiedinicola