#trans moods

[glittergroovy]

[glittergroovy]

[porch-gremlin]

oldest afab culture is trying in vain to take the position of oldest brother and not being accorded the proper powers

[scienceofdeducjohn]

that fun depersonalization feel when someone asks your name or age or any basic info and you have to actively remember because you’ve lost all sense of connection to your identity

[rotting-pond]

I'm a feral little man who's going to dig a dip in the dirt to lie down in and befriend a squirrel, maybe a robin or two

[scienceofdeducjohn]

“I am only eyes and ears. In the hallways of the shool, in the classrooms, in the schoolyard. I see and I hear. The others, the boys and the girls, walk past me and talk to me, with me, I see them and I hear them. I only jump back to my senses once someone accidentally touches me and I remember that I am tangible, that I take up space. But that happens rarely. We aren’t touchers. We don’t do intimacy. Which is just as well. All I want to be anymore is a ghost.” “‘What do you want? That [your parents] are going to talk with you?’ His eyes widened in disgust. I pretended not to see and went on, “That they ask how you feel?” But no one asked that, I realized. Not even me. I could ask him right now, but I kept my mouth shut. Asking how the other felt: you don’t do that, it’s too open. While it’s the question everybody’s waiting for, that everybody wants to hear the most. If someone asked me, I’d burst into tears.”

thanks alex bakker for perfectly encapsulating the internalized transphobia high school experience TM

[kai-couldnt-think-of-a-name]

I rapidly switch between “oh my god I have to pass I have to pass” and “fuck you and your gender roles”

[transdonaldduck]

me, chillin: My brain: change your name