You know what’s super awesome? Being anxious about a social event, getting completely ready, only to have a massive panic attack and crying about wearing a dress because it’s making you feel like a) you’re in the wrong body and b) you look completely ridiculous. Then you say fuck it I’ll change, but since you didn’t expect to suddenly feel more masculine this weekend you didn’t bring any of the clothes you wanted to your dad’s house so you’re stuck feeling vaguely uncomfortable all day. Fun start to the weekend.







