(head feels like it’s shifted into a noticeably “masculine” space as an effect of wearing that grey coat around everywhere. i think i have to start bringing, like, skirts back into rotation if i want to feel “normal” again, which is to say, if i want my stream of thoughts to stop feeling endlessly “snarky” in a way that does in my heart feel attributable to the grey coat
one could call this negotiation a bit cool & fluid & queer but only insofar as it occurs with respect to a self-perception that would seem in the first place to be gendered to a point of embarrassment, i mean, having my brain affected by a coat)
picks up a jar containing the parenthesized thoughts floating in formaldehyde & inspects it closely… hmm well is it really that bad to be snarky sometimes, what’s the problem
whats cool about being trans is my parents are totally right. i did kill their beautiful son. im the thing that animates his corpse in an ever more convincing parody of a happy girl. i devoured him from the inside out and now there is nothing left of him and he is dead dead dead and there is only me, with my hollow eyes and dark eyeliner and long hair, and my big smile. my limp, effeminate gestures belie the marionetting of the boy they loved. my fagginess is his death. already his body becomes a fitter home for my parasitism in full; the tits, the hips, the thighs. sorry about your kid. thanks for the biomass <3
I must ask: what do you think of Sunburst MLP?
i havent actually gotten to the dude but they manufactured this guy in the trans horse factory
(also i fucking love his design so much its like top 5 for me. i love whenever the show uses more realistic horse patterns it makes my brain go wild for some reason)
What if I kind of wish I was a guy but I’m 5’2” and have massive childbearing hips and titties. I feel like transition would be so much work and I wouldn’t even be hot at the end :(
everyone feels that and then everyone is surprised by how hot they are, because hotness is in large part a function of comfort with yourself
Thing is is, as much m/f that is produced in the world, as a bi woman, sometimes I want to see a man fall in love with an obviously queer woman. I want to see a man realizing that the woman he is interested in is gnc and that isn't going to change.
My relationship with mirrors has been a real rollercoaster over the past year and half or so. Don’t get me wrong, I can still absolutely rip my reflection to metaphorical shreds on a bad day. But more often I find myself passing by the mirror and liking what I see more than I ever have before.
We’re in a better place now, me and reflective surfaces.
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