Then, it doesn’t help that trans safe spaces are in constant attack either by transphobes who refuse to acknowledge our existence or by doms who see us as sissies.
Flashback Friday isn’t always positive, but I definitely have to let some steam out. On the outside, I look okay. But on the inside, I feel like I need to burst. What motivated me to make this caption? Two things:
One: The media and their disgusting need to capitalize on transphobia. They have been profiting off of transphobes for the past two years and it seems to be getting worse. Not only does it get tiring seeing transphobic comments everywhere online, but it’s even worse when peers being it up on conversations and talk negatively about trans people.
Two: Seeing this pic being used on sissy captions in a very degrading manner. Seriously, why am I still seeing those kind of captions on my feed?
From the time I saw this pic, I don’t recall seeing transphobia being this bad. Trans people weren’t as out as today, but it seemed that they were becoming slowly accepted by the public. Meanwhile, this pic was used as a R-rated form. (To make it simple, some people cry as a form of pleasure while others get hard seeing someone weak cry to their knees.)
Nowadays, with grumpy politicians outlawing HRT and gender therapy to under-25s and fighting hard to push back trans people to the closet, I don’t think you can see this pic the same again. Realistically, we’re not crying for pleasure anymore, but because we had enough of being seen as anything but trans.
As much as transphobia is getting to the point of becoming a legitimate danger, I will never submit to their desires of going back to the closet. They can shove their wet dreams up their you know where.
I am a woman who was born in the wrong body. I am the woman who in adolescence, wondering who she was, despite a body that could not know who it was (the body), I was a misunderstood woman who hid her sadness so much that no one could see it. I am not that person who at birth was assigned male. When I see how I was and how I started my transition, the difference is immense, psychologically the evil had settled so much that I came to acts that could hurt physically since I started my transition, I have not had such episodes, since I have my apartment, I felt free to be me, I who felt female for too long. I would like to be who I want to be and not who they would like me to be.
On the other hand my orientation is more in femininity, I don't reject masculinity but I have been disappointed by men so it will only be friendship together.
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