#trans guilt

[pardal-art]

This is for the ones feeling guilty.

[trannystacy]

Ready for meet up, reblog if you are a Trans lover

[theawesomestsauce]

“Are you man enough?”

But its trans!dennis

He wishes he was more “manly.” He doesn’t have any surgeries and barely is a few months on T so he looks at other trans men and longs to be like them.

He has religious guilt about not being “perfect” in god’s eye. He tries to be the best person he possibly can to make up for his “wrongful” identity, but it’s not enough. Nothing is ever enough.

[helloseptemberlune]

Trans guilt is a batshit crazy concept because, wdym the people surroundin that trans person were the ones who WILLINGLY and ACTIVELY choose to impose a gender to that child and made the choice EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. to feed into their own expectations onto someone whose identity's still developin, and get upset when this trans person does not live up to said gender expectations because, surprise, surprise, THEY ARE THEIR OWN HUMAN BEING SEPARATE FROM OTHERS???.........

And it's.... It's the trans person.... Who feels guilty over the choices by these people?...... Made, more often than not, even before they were born....

[n1percyexpert]

small thing about trans masc percy in my rewrite

Growing up, it was clear her his mother was glad she had a daughter. Not that she would’ve disliked having a son, she’d care for her child no matter what, but with a girl, she could try to give her a beautiful childhood. Of course, thats not what happened, but she tried. She would do Talan Percy’s hair the way she was taught when she was younger, elaborate braids pulled into a bun, she would get excited over the smallest chance of a formal school party, getting dresses (second hand) for the occassion, she loved having a daughter. It was only natural that Percy was… hesitant, to tell her. He knew she’d be supportive, she’d care for her child no matter what, but she loved having a daughter. Annabeth and Grover, along with Thalia and the other campers, and… the rest of the mythological world… all knew before the mortal world did. Before Sally did. There were a few close calls, with slip-ups of the other demigods almost calling him Percy in front of her; He could tell it was uncomfortable for them to use a name he tries not to touch, but they respect it. Even when there’s times they push him to tell her.

It was the original plan. To tell her, after the war. But then… He actually read the prophecy. The one about the one. The one… telling him his death. Annabeth was the first to approach him on this specific topic. “If… If the prophecy is true… Then I think you should tell her.” She wasn’t the only one though, a few other campers had said other things along those lines. Percy didn’t entirely disagree, he knew his mother would want to know who her child actually was before he died, but… Was it actually worth it?

It was less than a year away, and she was happy with Paul. There were times Percy had stopped by their apartment, originally to talk with his mom but before he could tell them he was there he saw how they talked. It was the happiest hes seen her in years. Whenever Percy was at home she just seemed stressed and worried. His death was a year away, and it was unavoidable that she knew that. He didn’t want to make her feel guilty for not telling her. It might come off the wrong way, it might come off that he didn’t trust her enough to tell her, that he didn’t trust her enough to share who he actually was- he couldn’t do that to her. She’d never forgive herself.

And maybe there’d be a few slip-ups after he died, where the demigods called him ‘Percy’ and ‘he’, but he could try and find a way to make sure they didn’t do that.

Sally Jackson wanted a daughter, and she loved her daughter. Percy, her daughter, didn’t want to take that from her. But there’d be that voice at the back of his head. Is it really worth it for her to lose her daughter, a ghost of her child, than her son, who he really is?

[vannahthedoll1]

What do you call? Bronzing? Or Tanning?🔥

@hannahnicole3456

[madieliza]

Did you find trans woman pretty

[sneakysnek1123]

An Exploration of Guilt in a Fifteen Year Old Girl

She used to know somebody. A friend, a close friend, who was smart and kind and funny and broken. This friend asked her who she knew, and being young, she told them. Three months later she found out what happened. Two years later she blames herself.

She is rarely interested in anything. How could she be? She has already experienced everything she cares about and now the world is dull with nothing to love. Until a film comes out, and she watches it six times with eight different people. Until a rocket launches and she falls asleep watching the people aboard be the only place we cannot contact them. She loves these things with such an intensity that she feels like she is losing her mind.

How can she focus on the good things when the world is ending around her? Every Friday she watches three comedians make jokes about the apocalypse and she dreads the moments when they stop laughing. She checks her messages and somebody is telling her to prepare for nuclear war. She goes to her garage and her parents have started stockpiling. Her dad calls himself a "low-effort prepper". Her sibling says the same. Her dad defends his privacy like a cornered wolf unless its his computer, in which case he is a docile dog. Her sibling is studying the very thing she thinks is going to kill her.

Sometimes she dreams of the future. One where she can eat what she wants and see who she wants and won't feel like she's melting when she talks to the people she loves. Maybe she's on a stage, performing a monologue to a still and raptured audience. Maybe she's on a set, speaking lines she helped write to a camera she pretends isn't there. Maybe she floats above, working with people for hundreds of days from around the world, knowing that she is safe.

She hates to think of the future. It is so uncertain, how dare she believe she has one? Even when in free-fall she still thinks of the stars, of the stage lights, of the pen and paper and flashing lights. But how dare she try to reach them? It is not her place to live, it is not her place to think. She must watch the world end and she must be willing to let it happen.

The strange thing about this girl is that she knows what she is not. She is not the name written on birthday cards, nor the one her books are signed to. And she knows, within her bones, that she will not tell people. Her friends, yes, and the people at her school know, and her sibling, and her parents, but most of them don't believe her. And she has to make a choice between living as who she is and betraying everything she loves, or living as who she is not and betraying the scared ten year old who didn't know why she felt so wrong.

She knows what she will choose. She will be a woman, a scientist, working with people who aren't like her at all, and she will be fine. Not happy, not good, but fine. And she will live with the guilt that festers within her soul until the day she dies. She will be buried under a name she wants to burn and if she's lucky, two people will remember her not as the accomplished woman she grew to be but as the teenage boy she was scared to let go.

She knows people. People who make her happier than ever before. And she knows that if she's lucky, some of them might stay. Some of them might let her stop being a female pioneer and let her be a tired man. Just once. Maybe she'll find somewhere safe. For now, though, she'll stew in her guilt until it wears her down to something people find palatable and pretend to be something she's not.

It seems to work.