Dec 19, 2025
born to be one of those boyfriends women just adopt off of the street and tidy up like a stray cat, forced to be afab
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born to be one of those boyfriends women just adopt off of the street and tidy up like a stray cat, forced to be afab
i love seeing transition selfie journeys where a trans guy has his hair really short pre-transition, takes T, and then starts wearing it long again. i love seeing someone feel like their body is their own
i can't express how peaceful transition has made my relationship with my body. i still have the usual insecurities, but the constant background noise of feeling uncomfortable and hideous is gone. i'm existing in the moment and not spectating myself.
i don’t usually spiral out with jealousy over cis men but today’s one of them days
at this point, aside from political issues, my main deterrent to starting T is that it took me about 30 years of practice to learn how to do polite small talk as a woman, and i'd have to start all fucking over again
now that i'm pretty content with my transition, this phenomenon keeps happening to me that makes me laugh. and it'll happen at like, doctor's offices mostly, where the first visit, they'll talk to and about me as a cis woman (and i don't care to correct them, just don't poison me). and then on the second visit (having stewed on it for a while), they're like, "hey, i forgot to ask your pronouns."
it's SO funny, like i love that it takes them an entire visit to clock it. i'm like a magic eye painting. they're like, "something is here, but i don't know what yet." the thing is the gender-shaped hole in my aura.
my gender is so vague that people are going home ruminating about it. their little growing, undeveloped cisgender senses are tingling and they're sitting on the edge of their bed in a cold sweat with slowly dawning realization, "i think that was a trans."
they're trying to be kind to me, so i appreciate it i guess
other than wanting to avoid the sensory issues of hair on my face and the fear of not recognizing myself, i'd say the main thing holding me back from taking T is that i don't wanna be pressured to use the men's restrooms
another extremely relatable take on being trans. this feeling is EXACTLY what it was like. as if my clothes were two sizes too small at all times.