Read It And Weep With Me

Transgender/Transfeminine They/Them and She/Her. Posting depressing poetry and dumb Purvey shit since I popped out the pussy. They/them or she/her 💛💝

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HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE

MAKE A WISH

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the first post ever on tumblr

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I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK

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WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK

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reblog this because it shows up every blue moon

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When I was 5 years old I met a girl whose name I didn’t catch. She made me smile and gave me the idea of dancing around in my mom’s heels. Mom found me and told me she was a bad influence.

When I was 8 I saw her again and she told me to try on lipstick. Smearing moms lipstick across my face lead to kissing boys on the playground. My teacher told me boys don’t kiss boys. Almost like she was reminding me I’m a boy. It was good actually. I forgot what I was. Who I was meant to be.

When I was 12 I saw her again. I told her my boobs aren’t growing like my friend’s. She told me “it’s okay. You’ll get there some day.” and then she ran away. I saw her again when I was 14 but I tried to ignore her. The boys in my class made fun of me when I tried to know her. She disappeared for several years until I was 19. I saw her again when I was climbing a tree on a hike. She was beautiful. She was happy. I didn’t recognize her. She ran away before I could catch her name.

When I was 20 I saw her in a crowd. I knew who she was. I grabbed her hand and pulled her aside so we could talk. She told me about her life and how much she’s grown. She told me I would get there some day.

A year ago today I saw her in that crowd. She told me her name. A beautiful name. I’ll never forget it.

Florence Jennings King. (That’s me hehe)

Dysphoria is not a feeling. It’s a person. It’s like your future self coming back to guide you. It makes you feel like shit. It makes you feel confused. But one day when you’re older it will grow with you. Your boobs will grow in. And you’ll smile. And you’ll be happy. Together.

Happy coming out day. Happy naming day. Happy birthday. 🎈

I am thankful for my dysphoria. It lead me to find who I truly am.

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Wrote this two years ago! Meditated with it for MONTHS before I came out of the closet and shared it.

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Hell is frozen over and heaven burned down to the ground. 🖤

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Depression posting that I did a few weeks ago. It never posted lmao. Here I am posting it now because depression bends space and time.

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Emily Wilson: On Gender and Being the First Woman to Translate Homer’s Odyssey into English

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I have her version of the translation, I still just need to read it haha 

…after the library books  I got since those are on a deadline. 

-FemaleWarrior, She/They 

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We got a feminist version of the odyssey y’all!! I’m so happy! I have to read it.

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I found this on alok vaid-menon’s Instagram account and I feel it so deeply.

Happy New Years people💜🌚🌈

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If your pussy ain’t broken after, then did you really have sex?

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The moth loves the moon but it is stuck on earth. The moth hates direct light but it flies towards it’s death. What the fuck?

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Okay but my ass is falling out of these pants and I just don’t care.🤷

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Thank you squats and little Caesar’s italian cheese bread with cheesy jalapeño ranch 😂

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My gender is Enby Womxn but with a little BDSM nature stuff lmao

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YAS BARBIE

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A fair affair©️

He looks her body over in such a way that if she could feel his mind touching her, then she could file a report.

His eyes graze her skin and worship her.

She unknowingly walks into his trap and she passes by him.

He says: “let me buy you a drink”

She is his. She is gone.

She did not notice the band on his finger.

Neither did he.

He looked her body over like that ring didn’t exist.

Like his two year old son at home didn’t exist.

In that moment he could only think of himself.

He thought he loved her.

He couldn’t feel ignored the love burning into his hand from the ring that bound him to his wife at home.

He couldn’t hear ignored his son’s cries for him.

All he was focusing on were the quiet evils that she was whispering into his right ear.

And in the left he heard his own heart beat.

His heart spoke her name.

Or so he says.

His heart was in his pants.

Her heart belonged to more than one for awhile.

She was desperate for something that she never found.

She thought he had it.

She needed to feel.

Her love was also bound with a seal.

A four year old son at home.

A loving husband to match.

She wasn’t ignoring her ring because she threw it away ages ago.

She went home with the man.

Two people went into the bedroom and three came out.

His two year old son will be doing that one day- coming out that is. (Haha a gay joke)

Her four year old son will eventually buy a drink or more and stay passed out on the floor.

History repeated itself.

Their beautiful third who is their new daughter is now a lamb sent to be slaughtered.

Today the “lovely” couple is separated and the daughter is alone.

She is left to pick up the pieces of her broken home.

One son is gay.

One son drinks all day.

And the only daughter is a lonely daughter.

They ruined all three of us.

Their mistakes may have broken us but it also made us.

For that, I am thankful.

My sister: a beautiful Phoenix who is rising from the ashes of an evil relationship.

May life treat her well and give her a ring of her own.

One that stays.

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So I wrote this before I came out (the second time) and now I want to change it to match my gender but it flows so well and now idk what to do lol

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When I was 5 years old I met a girl whose name I didn’t catch. She made me smile and gave me the idea of dancing around in my mom’s heels. Mom found me and told me she was a bad influence.

When I was 8 I saw her again and she told me to try on lipstick. Smearing moms lipstick across my face lead to kissing boys on the playground. My teacher told me boys don’t kiss boys. Almost like she was reminding me I’m a boy. It was good actually. I forgot what I was. Who I was meant to be.

When I was 12 I saw her again. I told her my boobs aren’t growing like my friend’s. She told me “it’s okay. You’ll get there some day.” and then she ran away. I saw her again when I was 14 but I tried to ignore her. The boys in my class made fun of me when I tried to know her. She disappeared for several years until I was 19. I saw her again when I was climbing a tree on a hike. She was beautiful. She was happy. I didn’t recognize her. She ran away before I could catch her name.

When I was 20 I saw her in a crowd. I knew who she was. I grabbed her hand and pulled her aside so we could talk. She told me about her life and how much she’s grown. She told me I would get there some day.

A year ago today I saw her in that crowd. She told me her name. A beautiful name. I’ll never forget it.

Florence Jennings King. (That’s me hehe)

Dysphoria is not a feeling. It’s a person. It’s like your future self coming back to guide you. It makes you feel like shit. It makes you feel confused. But one day when you’re older it will grow with you. Your boobs will grow in. And you’ll smile. And you’ll be happy. Together.

Happy coming out day. Happy naming day. Happy birthday. 🎈

I am thankful for my dysphoria. It lead me to find who I truly am.

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Ass Phat 

Lips real

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Oh my god her body is goals

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Looking for a guy to prove that men arent shit.

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Date a trans girl who can’t help but twirl around every time she tries on a skirt or dress because it makes her feels so happy and confident.

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Meeee