A cis woman tells me that maybe she should transition to gain male privilege as I'm recovering from getting beaten up in the men's bathrooms.
I tell her to be my guest and give me a call when she gets her jaw broken, I always carry a first aid kit and a pepper spray.
She calls me a misogynistic asshole.
A cis man tells me that he'd sure love some T.
Gave him my prescription and best of luck with the constant shortages and getting denied.
He calls me a pussy.
I'm fighting for my life and reproductive rights. I get told to get off women's fights, that it's not about me, like I shed my womb after my first T shot.
I search for support groups for SA victims, and I'm stuck in the same “women/NBs only”. Still shooting my shot, send an application. I introduce myself. Never get a call back.
I go to a trans night. Say I go by he/him. Get told back “yeah, that's how we all start !” by a trans woman. I'm too exhausted, I get up and I leave.
I hang out with my friends, one of them drunkenly says masculinity is a prison we must learn to escape. She gets rows of applause. Back to drinking alone.
Yes I could explain it. But who'd you rather be ? A delusional girl or a man made threat ?Or it could be better, I could just not exist ! And we'd bleach my corpse and I'd become a casualty. Not an F, ot an M, a W for Wound and for Wrong.
I put a candle on a single cupcake, 2 years on HRT. I blow it in the dark. Curtains closed like casket.
