I REALLY NEED TO KEEP MY BIG MOUTH SHUT, MAN
I HATE THAT I SEE SO MUCH OF MYSELF IN HER
... I have a lot of self loathing and also push a lot of people away. Even people I know who love and care about me.
... I have a Deltarune OC named Listelle who's a trans woman. I made her to be a love interest for Spamton, before I knew Tenna existed. When I made her for a fanfic, I wanted to know if I could successfully write a trans woman. I was an egg at the time, if I remember correctly.
What's funny is that before I made Listelle, I actually made two of my Wreck-It Ralph fan characters trans and completely forgot about it: Starla and Artie Rubberini, a pair of video game protagonists who happen to be circus performers in their game. Starla and Artie's genders were switched while their game was still in development.
I feel an odd disconnect with femininity in general. I enjoy being feminine, but I'm confused by my own femininity sometimes. Is it a gender thing? Is it an autism thing? Maybe it's both? I just know that as cute as I look in a dress, makeup, or even a wig... I really do feel there's a distinct male side to me.
I see myself as a trans man currently, but previously I had identified as genderfluid. I may go back to that label someday, for all I know. Gender identity is a spectrum. It's also like a river, always flowing and changing. All I know is that what would make me happiest is if I looked like feminine man. I want to achieve that someday. I want to be a beautiful feminine man that everyone loves.
I don't push people away because I'm afraid of people knowing my identity. I push people away because currently, times are very rough in my country, I'm struggling with my mental health even without the rest of the world being an issue, and I have so much social anxiety and trauma that I can't even talk to my friends without fearing I'm gonna screw up and say/do something stupid that will make them hate me.
I have friends, and I love them, but I am too much of a coward to speak to them. I'm afraid of bothering them. I'm super-negative and angry and I don't want to hurt them by screaming and cursing. And if I'm not angry, I'm depressed because of my CPTSD and a constant pessimist.
I don't like myself, man. I don't understand why anyone else does. I don't understand my friends. I don't understand my family. I don't understand anyone who likes or cares about me.
Admittedly, one of my IRL friends did tell me he'd always liked how real I was, in his words. It felt nice to hear.
I realize this is a lot of heavy shit. But Jax is making me face my own issues and I hate it.