Being genderfluid so I get dressed as a girl and I get in my car and suddenly Not A Girl. But it's toooo lateeee
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Being genderfluid so I get dressed as a girl and I get in my car and suddenly Not A Girl. But it's toooo lateeee
Hey Jim, I'm really proud of you for coming out to your family & I'm sorry they're not making the effort to help you understand yourself. I know how difficult it is to settle into your identity is when you have to figure it out yourself & having people repeatedly misgender you makes it even harder. I also hope you don't take the negative AO3 comment to heart & just delete it. I'm sure if you read the rest of your inbox, you'll be pleasantly surprised!
Oh my friend 🫂💔😭💙💛 thank you so much for your encouragement. You're so kind and good to me and I don't deserve it but I love you so much 🫂💜😭😭😭
(gender stuff, fandom-related insecurity/paranoia/self-pity ahead)
I chop you down, hack at you with scissors like I greet the most evil character in a story. What power could a cluster of dead cells possibly hold over me, I think. Until I look in the mirror and see a stranger staring back. You keep growing, month after month after month, relentlessly like you are obsessed with caressing my neck. Others envy the liking you have taken to my collarbone and praise the fast paced journey you take to get there every month. But I know. Oh I know how cunning you are. I know how you plan to coil around my neck like an alive rope choking me tighter and tighter with every passing day and with every growing inch. I chop at you and you keep growing back, till the nape of my neck itches till it bleeds. But it's the ghost of an itch, and I really can't place it. My mom taught me to make beautiful braids out of the same rope that clutched my windpipe preventing me from breathing. I thank you mother, to have taught me to create something so beautiful out of something so horrible. But no mom, it doesn't help and it isn't me who you see in those pretty braids. No mom, you have ceased to know me from the moment you molded me out of your expectations and immaturity. No mom, I'm not going to hell for choosing to do what makes me happy. I choose to exist as I am, as I have been, and as I will be. I choose to breathe free. And I will not let anyone choke me dead for that matter.
AFAB Problem #2
wearing a hoodie when it’s 100 degrees outside and slowly dying
I'm perfectly fine with having boobs or like being short or even putting my hair in cutesy little ponytail with fucking butterfly clips
Until I remember that it makes people perceive me as a girl. Then it's like... ew. No. Ew. It literally makes my skin crawl. The way people see me. Nothing else
Nothing quite reaffirms your gender identity like having your super-extra-conservative relatives visiting
Idk who needs to hear this but
"Ladies, Gentlemen and pEoPle wHo jUst dOnT cAre 🤪🤭🤩" (or variations of it)
is not the inclusive statement you think it is.
It's just demeaning and infantilizing.