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a little.... socially-distanced holiday reflection (feel free to skip) >>
vent
I miss when I was comfortable with my identity. Now I’m just an uncomfortable mess of a person who can’t understand why they are who they are. Why they can’t change and why society now won’t accept them.
Before I was just a fine heterosexual little girl. Now I’m a gay boy. Easy prey for these kinds of statements.
“You’re so young though, how can you be sure?”
“You have your whole life ahead of you. Who knows, this may just be a phase.”
“I thought when you transition you begin to like girls/the other gender?”
My favourite thing said to me, though, is this.
“You could be a lesbian.”
It’s fine that people don’t understand, but that doesn’t give them the right or pass to make assumptions about my future. That what I’m feeling now is wrong.
I wish things were easier like back then. I was fine with my pronouns, my gender identity, and my sexuality. Now I feel backed into a corner.
“I won’t call you (preferred name) yet because I’m so used to calling you (biological name).”
So you won’t try? Give an effort to understand why I want to be referred to as Axel?
Okay.
I want everything to be easy again.
I won’t have so many nights I cry if life was as easy as I hoped.
not that anyone fucking cares but i’m gonna complain on here because i have no friends and no one wants to hear about my issues anyway, but you few people who still follow me can be blessed with me complaining about everything :)
i came to dance an hour early cause i’m a fucking idiot and i thought it started at 5:30 instead of 6:30. so i was panicking because i was already late but then i walked in and it was tHE WRONG FUCKING CLASS so i was freaking out and looking through all the studios to see if they were just in a different studio but nOPE. i’m fucking stupid and just showed up way too early for no reason. so now i’m sitting on the floor in the waiting room no one goes in because everyone hates me + i’m the newbie that no one wants to get to know because i’m just wrecking with their everything, i feel like i’m going to throw up and i hate my body very very much :)))
I'll just leave this right here... ~Mod Junko~
Apologies to everyone who follows me. You all are gonna get nothing but angry Pacific Rim: Uprising posts for a few days until Gotham comes back.
I know y'all have seen my love for Magnus Pääjärvi, but have you ever experienced my love for Ståle Sandbech??? Bc it's like my love for Mags, but like, enhanced 10x. Like, you know I teared up when I saw Mags score two goals in one game. Or that I cried when he won us the series against Minn. But when I watched Ståle win a silver medal at the XGames I bawled. I met him and I almost collapsed bc I was crying so hard I was shaking. Moral of the story, I just saw a picture of Ståle on insta and I'm crying again bc I love him so fucking much