Comphoria and Achronia: Naming the Joy and the Sorrow
Hi, welcome to another one of my essay-ramblings about my life, reflecting on bits and bobs. What I want to talk about today is two concepts that I have felt a lot, and when I’ve mentioned it to friends, they’ve expressed great solidarity with my words. As a trans person, there are moments that leave me at a loss for words. Moments so specific and so visceral they deserve to be named. However, the vocabulary we use is quite difficult to change. Sure, we’ve had recent additions to the common lexicon – brainrot, transmisogyny, and compersion are the examples that spring to mind, but for the most part it takes a while for these to filter through. Lacking a proper name for a lot of these feelings, I’ve decided that where a word doesn’t exist, you can just invent them – a kind of linguistic liberalism. --- Comphoria The first of these concepts is a kind of joy I’ve felt many times: when I witness someone, especially another trans person, finally start to be...