Dec 31, 2023
In 2024, I sincerely hope the rest of you will learn how to treat transmascs normally and try and LISTEN before harassing us when we speak about OUR experiences. Thank you.
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In 2024, I sincerely hope the rest of you will learn how to treat transmascs normally and try and LISTEN before harassing us when we speak about OUR experiences. Thank you.
tag dump!! i like the (name) dot (blank) sorta stuff :3 (part one)
updated picrews of my characters! this time i used a bunch of different ones so i could get them closer to the way they look in my head lol
(left to right)
Israfil (he/him) - fallen angel of song
Isaac (he/him) - human
Azrael (she/they) - angel of death
Michael (any pronouns) - angel, leader of heaven’s army
Gabriel (they/them) - angel of heralds
Raphael (he/him) - angel of healing
Uriel (she/her) - angel of the sun
Cassandra (she/her) - immortal human, clairvoyant, prophet
Vivian (she/her) - human
Lilith (she/her) - immortal human, queen of hell
(will add to this post as i introduce/redesign other characters)
II. Meat Grinder
He tells me he is not fetishizing me
That he is just used to people like me
And I remind him of home.
He passes himself off as a lonely soul whose sole want is
To feel a little less homesick.
Perhaps if he had found me when I was different
And not yet disillusioned with men who claim innocence in the face of my cynicism
I might have given him a chance.
But it is too late for me to believe him.
I never respond to his message.
(cross-posted from my personal twitter)
my brain got sad and reminded me how i had a very isolating childhood experience bc i didnt really fit in with boys OR girls (transmasc + autism combo) and i never got to do stereotypical "pre-teen/teen" activities bc my parents never let me go out
i hardly ever got to go on sleepovers, i hardly went to other's house. hell, i didn't have my first mall hangout with some friends until i was SIXTEEN.
SIXTEEN.
when people talk about "shared experiences" i always felt like an 'other' or like a third party. it's weird. i was there and included, but i never had that "connection"
this makes my head hurt
right now im thinking about the person that said that autistic people are the canaries of the world, the warning for others to get out while they have the opportunity. its the one thing that quells the hate i feel for the way i think, and i think its ringing true in light of recent events
