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@itshardtobedifferent
Just some of the reasons I spend half my life on the computer.
This is why I hate the stereotype of the Internet and people on the Internet. This is exactly why I love the Internet. Society needs to realize this.
I fucking love youtubers, they really make the world go round.
Dysphoria and My Mirror
I look in the mirror and I have a problem with what I see because what I see is not what you see.
The girl in the mirror is not who I want to be. The girl I see feels like a disease, I’m in the wrong skin it doesn’t feel right.
It feels like I’m wearing pants too tight, but society won’t let me walk around pants-less so I have to stay in tonight.
Dysphoria is me fighting the gender I was born with,
I want to be male bodied,
or at least act like I am.
With short cut hair, a three piece suit with freshly ironed pants.
I want shiny leather shoes, and a briefcase for work.
I don’t want this dress, or that skirt.
I want to rid myself of the locks the locks of hair that fall there, and puff up in heat.
I want to rid my face of it’s smooth, hairless feel. I want to know what it means to be who you want to be.
I fight this image, I fight it, because to my family. Dysphoria isn’t real.
It’s something they’d say I’d make up they;d tell me I’m diseased, send me to therapy, send me here and send me there, there’d be no chance of me cutting my hair to be short, cutting to feel comfortable in my own skin.
I have no way of feeling masculine.
To my mirror, I hate you still.
You’re flawed, I’m flawed, I shouldn’t be this still.
I wrote this today
It's actually really hard right now, you feel me? I'm in the closet, like maybe some of you are. And there aren't many who know, but my heart hurts and my eyes well because at the end of the day everything feels like hell. The dysphoria I deal with, the queerness I face. When my life gets rough, this is like an extra slap in the face. We never asked for the world to be so un-accepting of the fact that we're just different, and know how to love people differently than they do. We can love all genders, all people, all races, there's more acceptance among the queer sea of faces. That's not to say that the allies aren't, too. But they don't know what it's like to be queer, like me and you. Tears run down my face, because I've fought the dysphoria for two months, as I don't have my binder for fear of someone finding it while I live with my grandparents, and fear their baptist christian ways. Because they consistently tell me that the bible says gay is not okay, that trans is not okay. So every night I try not to cry, because I, unlike them know otherwise. I know the pain and tears that fill my eyes as I fight what I am every day becaue this to me, is what is okay. It is me, it will be, forever and infinity. Because it's not a choice. I was born this way.
Whether you faced the day with a smile, or hiding yourself with slouched posture. You still did it. Whether you stayed home, or went out. You still woke up this morning. Whether you passed the math exam, or didn't. You still did your best. Whether you got the job, or not. You still did what most people have a hard time doing. Whether you wore makeup today, or not. You are a beautiful woman, and a handsome man. Whether you took risks today, or not. You are still amazing, unique, different, and a shining star. I am so proud of you, and you know so much like I do it's so hard to do this every day. I can't promise you that it gets easier, but I can promise you that you aren't alone, if anything. You have me.
Today was really hard, and I almost came out. But out of anger, and that's not how someone should come out. Well, that's not how I should come out anyways. I just don't know what to do, and my dysphoria is getting worse and I feel so male but I have to fight it half the time. I'm sorry it's so hard to be different.
What it feels like to be misgendered
Dysphoria
It creeps in, and I don't want to be this. I want to be that. I fight it, because I'm forced to. Parents won't accept, they don't accept. Because the concept of gender is what was assigned at birth. But it's not. The concept of birth is bringing me into the world and letting me choose my place on earth. I am not the gender norm, but because of pressure. I'm forced to be, for fear you will no longer love me.
Please, smile. Because I know it's hard. It will get better, I promise. If you need anything at all, I'm here for the different ones. Different ones being those who society defines as different. But to me, you being different is so amazing.. Because you are fighting the universe and society, and I'm right here with you.
Why?
How often do you ask yourself "Why am I like this? Why can't I be who my parents want me to be?"
I ask myself that a lot. But they don't know what I struggle with, aside from my father. But he's not around, he's dead, and doesn't have to put up with the hell we feel. Why is it so hard for us to be accepted? Just keep being who YOU want to be, and don't change for anyone. Don't let someone try to make you straight. Because you are who you are, and nothing can change that. You have to come out to yourself, and accept yourself before others can accept you.
Yet people can legally marry animals in this world, but a man can't marry a man, a woman can't marry a woman, etc?
Hi, I just wanted to say being in the closet is nothing to be ashamed of. ever. A lot of families are not supportive and coming out in such an environment can be anything from uncomfortable to deadly. Everyone can come out or stay in like they want to. No one should ever force you to come out. not in the name of "visibility" not in the name of "honesty to oneself" you come out to yourself. everyone else is secondary.
Thank you so much!This is definitely a great thing to hear, it lifts me up. It’s really hard to be different from those around me. I’m sure others feel the same. I just wish it wasn’t so hard to be able to be myself in the public vicinity.
I had a long discussion with my mom today, and she's not accepting of those who want to be any 'gender' other than what they were born as. While I'm not a transman or transwoman. I'm genderqueer/genderfluid. Which, in a homw where that's not accepted.. is hard. Because, I can't tell her. She told me 'it'd break her heart to have a homosexual chilld'. But, I'm pansexual, genderfluid/genderqueer, raised in a Christian home and I'm being the best Christian I can be. I'm in the closet, and I knew I wasn't straight since my first kiss with a girl at 11. I may be dating a male bodied person. But we're in the same boat. I'm queer, and proud. But, I'm queer, proud, and scared. I want to come out, but it's just not an option. I want this page to be a safe space for all you closeted folk, which is why the title and page title has NOTHING to do with the LGBTQIA community. So you can avoid your parents seeing it if they are a very strict family forcing you to stay in the closet, or a school might see it, etc. I'm here for you, because I'm in the same boat as you. Feel free to message me, or send me asks. I'll try to post regularly. All my love, Kole
