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@amaryllishime
casual survey: reblog if you want to kiss a girl right now
It is pride month and was thinking of transfem! Saito.
Did a small sketch of drawing how her hair would be!
we need to abolish work forever i need to snuggle tgirls so badly
My first egg cracked in 2016. I came out as agender. changed my name to Andi and my pronouns to they/them, started wearing dresses/skirts/crop tops, and dyed my hair all sorts of funky colors. I was starting to be happier with myself in a way I'd never really been as a boy. No one. Not one single person, in real life or on the internet, ever made it seem like being a woman was an option for me. Everything pointed in the opposite direction.
I watched the election cycle that year with dread. I watched the vote totals come in at bar with some friends after my teaching gig for the night was over. We drank in silence and in misery. I cried in my truck on the way home, knowing that life was just going to get harder for people like me. I still couldn't call myself transgender. I didn't think that word was for me.
I read Tranny by Laura Jane Grace. I really identified with parts of it, but her story as a punk rocker and an addict was so dissimilar to mine that I didn't think I could be a woman, didn't think I would ever be allowed to call myself that.
I drank and smoked myself almost to the point of death over the next two years. I was working nearly 100hrs a week between bartending and teaching, and was semi-regularly driving the few blocks home from the bar slightly drunk. Not intentionally, but y'know. If something happened and my life ended? No big deal. Every relationship in my life crumbled around me. It wasn't until I hit rock FUCKING bottom that I thought to myself "what if I'm a woman?"
If anyone had told me, even once, that maybe I was a trans woman. Maybe estrogen could help. Maybe transition might make me happier. Maybe I wouldn't have been driving a 2005 F-150 with almost 200k miles on it 90mph an hour and a half to sleep with a girl who hadn't loved me in years. Maybe I wouldn't have buried myself in half a bottle of whiskey every night after work. Maybe I would've never started smoking. Maybe I'd still have any of the friends I made before the pandemic. Maybe I Wouldn't Have Been So Fucking Miserable.
So yeah. Forcefem today. Forcefem tomorrow. Forcefem every day forever until not a single girl has to go through what I did, or worse.
easy pickings
date idea: i lay down on ur lap and you pet my head and tell me im not too much
throwback thursday: maid
don't think about your life past 9pm teto
hey can you come over and surgically remove this heavy, aching rot from my heart? we can watch a movie afterwards
This is poetry to me
I'm being serious btw like. There's a really particular transfem horror to this.
It's crazy how you have to convince non trans women the absolute fucking horror, literal gutwrenching horror, that a young girl going through male puberty is.
I want to know which thirsty furry government employee sanctioned that buttcrack.
Thank you for flooding my activity feed with nothing but this deer.[/sarcasm]
Here's a wintery update:
After the snowstorm she's got herself a fun hat and a chic dress, and yup her ass is so fat you have to shovel the snow off of it.
YOU don’t have to be perfect to be loved. but I do
your mental illness is mean and it’s a liar. You are never as horrible as you think. People love you. You are worthy