local gender euphoria dealer

he/him, bisexual trans guy.

[boyrifle]

grab your life by its long hair, uproot it, and set out to a place where nobody knows your old name- seeing as they hardly know their own.

[boyrifle]

[alexeiii9]

the masculine urge to die in battle

[alexeiii9]

but also fuck the military and stuff

[boyrifle]

[boyrifle]

You have not destroyed yourself. Some people see the statue and they mourn the slab of marble. But they are fools to do so. It is an empty grave that they weep beside, and you are not obliged to fill it.

[boyrifle]

This is all I will ever be made of

A hate for this body that isn't my own

Do not say there is nothing I must be afraid of

I'm dreading the name they will carve on my stone.

[boyrifle]

"Survival" was never enough, was it?

[boyrifle]

It doesn't matter who you're born as.

It matters what you die for.

And when that day comes, they'll put the right body in the ground, boy. And they'll carve your true name into the gravestone the same way I carved you into a man.

[boyrifle]

That's bullshit. Being born a girl don't make you less of a man. Now get back up and moving, boy, or you're gonna get shot. Last thing you need right now is another hole to bleed out of.

[boyrifle]

there's something so beautiful about t4t. not just sexually, but the bond you share with a fellow trans person is so poetically unique.

they know how you feel. they know what you're going through. and they will help you through it the way that no cis person can. they understand your unique brand of sadness, they know where to rub your aching shoulders after binding and what words to whisper into your ear.

they don't just understand you, they see themselves in you. and it just makes it so much deeper and more beautiful.

[boyrifle]

[boyrifle]

You're letting them push you around again. I can tell.

That's why they still see you as a girl. Not because of your long hair, or your body. No, it's because you're too quiet. Too fucking meek.

That isn't how men act, is it? No, we don't wait for others to make space for us in this fucked up world. We're strong enough to take it ourselves.

If you are soft enough for them to mold, they will shove you into their boxes of conformity.

But if you've got the strength to break free, they will know you are a man.

[boyrifle]

[boyrifle]

[boyrifle]

[boyrifle]

You're a man, aren't you?

Good, that's what I thought. But the way you're lying around crying and doing nothing about it makes you seem an awful lot like a girl. Go on, now, get up. Get a move on.

You'll "never be a real man?" That's some bullshit, you look an awful lot like a real man to me. Or at least you will once you put your helmet on, pick up the gun, and wipe those fucking tears off your face.

On your feet, boy. The world ain't waiting no longer for you to man up, and neither am I.