Just My Dysphoria Things

I’m just not a girl, livin’ in a pre-T world. He/Him pronouns.

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To any suicidal followers I may have: This is a sign to not kill yourself. You are loved and the world is special because you are in it. Keep holding on.

Reblog this when it’s on your dash. You will save someone’s life.

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Guess who’s back!

Yep. As you may have noticed from the recent lack of posts, I have returned. College was great. I did not opt out of every single athletic option as I said I would, though. I went running a couple of times(I know, horrible), and I danced in a showcase.

I made friends with 3 other guys and two wonderful enbies living in the girls’ dorms. There were even a couple of very nice cis guys whom I met and became friends with. Girls’ dorms were about as expected: boring, dry, gossipy, and passive aggressive. Everyone luckily used the right name and pronouns except this one guy who was an asshole to everyone.

Everyone for the most part was pretty nice until the last couple of days. On the last night me and a couple of my friends went to a kareoke party thing that had turned into “find the music video with the most skin showing.” It was run by a couple of children. The sign on the door should’ve said “Welcome to the Unnecessary Sexualization of Females. Selections will Incude “Baby Got Back,” “Fergilicious,” and “Hollaback Girl.””

Here’s about how the conversation went.

My Friend: Could you maybe pick something different? 

Random Kid: What? Those were good songs. Y’all need to be less sensitive.

My Friend: Oh yes, I’m sure you picked those videos for the music.

Other Random Kid: The music is great, it just has the added bonus of tits.

Me: Yeah, okay. I don’t have to deal with this. Peace.

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Dysphoria Thing #25: My phone case(galaxy mandala).

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Dysphoria Thing #24: Eating carrots.

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Dysphoria Thing #23: The color and shape of my lips.

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Dysphoria Thing #22: People asking if I’m trans(as if it’s their business).

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Dysphoria Thing #21: Tight/fitted clothing.

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Dysphoria Thing #20: Hanging out with people of all genders and not being sure how people are percieving me.

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Dysphoria Thing #19: When I take my binder off and my dysphoria suddenly skyrockets.

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Dysphoria Thing #18: Public. Restrooms.

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Dysphoria Thing #17: My voice.

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Dysphoria Thing #16: What type of bag I’m carrying.

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Dysphoria Thing #15: Being told to “cross my legs” or “sit like a lady.”

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Dysphoria Thing #14: Holding a fork.

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Dysphoria Thing #13: Swimming.

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Dysphoria Thing #12: when I have to use the restroom in public, and I’m not sure how I pass so I don’t know if I can go in either.

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Dysphoria Thing #11: Hands.