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#i am full on venting
One thing about coming from a tiny conservative town and becoming transgender at university is how quickly you find out that the “crazy liberal ideas” that you heard about at home are Not Enough. The “gender-neutral washrooms” that your parents were so up in arms about are so rare you might just end up using the one that aligns with your AGAB anyways. The “share your pronouns with the class” discussions that your family scoffed at back home are equally mocked here, and only make you uncomfortable. Somehow conservative media told you that everyone at university is gay and transgender, that it’s some kind of pandemic seizing the youth of today, but thats not what you find when you get here. You were told to be afraid of sharing your room with a trans person before you came to university, but now it seems more likely that your roommate is going to be a transphobe. You still haven’t changed your gender marker on the school website, although it’s technically easy - you have to worry if it will affect your housing, the resources available to you, the way that your seemingly-friendly RAs and RCs look at you.
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sunlit-mess · 5 months
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cried for 6 hours straight
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squeiky · 6 months
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The audacity of existence.
How dare you be concieved. To be blessed with the touch of angels, you golden haired goddess. How dare you force your reflection upon mine. The audacity to mirror me.
YOU.
I hate you. You are my purgatory, and hell resides within your dastardly light. You are the anthesis to my existance, my purpose, my life. Tormet me by image alone.
Do you know how much you have pained me? How much the mere sight of you, has distorted me? Ruined me? Hurt me? Questions your existance has plauged in my mind?
Look at you, my loathsome copy. You are nothing like me.
So then why?
Why does the universe kiss you gently upon a flushed cheek then heckle and spit on mine? Why are you the beloved golden duckling whilst i remain the unwanted black swan?
Why is it me who must rid myself of my body, blood, and mind. Discarding me of myself to end you? I have done nothing short of effort. I have given myself all to destroying you, to riding the world of you. Yet they love you. They do not love me.
We resemble eachother more than anyone else ever will. It is cruel a fate, to be devoted entirely to destroying a twisted reflection of myself. Burdened by both our images, drowning me in hatred made for both us. Yet you remain free, whilsy i remain prisioner.
It feels, as i seek to destroy you, i destroy myself. So i do. Over and over again. Yet you remain unscathed, bright and beautiful. Whilst i remain broken, left to rot in the mud. Helpless. Afraid. Alone.
Thinking.
What must i do? Who must i be to be kissed by the same light that dared to birth you?
Must i purge myself of all things to simply taste a fraction of it? How will i outshine you? Must I transform my body till there is nothing of me left, just to feel your light crushed beneath mine? Must i erase myself completly? Must i become you? Must i be you?  Must i place my hands against your neck? My lifeless material crushing your ugly flesh to finally hear the last of your breath. Must i feel everyones glare peirce through my unending spine, wishing nothing but breaking every metal bone instead of me?
Must i take their love and desire and rip it from their broken hearts, forcing them to kneel before me and drag your dead light upon me? Must i become king of all things, living, dead and unalive, before i get a fraction, a mere TASTE of your life?
Is that what the world desires of me?
Is THAT what it takes?
my loathsome copy. Your existance is what destroys me. You are everything without me but i am nothing without you.  Yet i am made to end you. To destroy the only thing, the only purpose i have in life.
You all look down upon me. Even my creator, cant seem to look at me without seeing you. Forever i am compared to you. Forever i think of only you. Forever i am destroyed by you. Forever i am devoted to destroying you. Forever i am afriad. Forever i am chained, cursed to this wretched body, reflecting you.
YOU.
I hate you. I loathe you.
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What a cruel existance to be born, you and I.
I hope when i choke you death, you'll burn me alive.
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wildflowercryptid · 2 months
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trying to job hunt makes me want to rip out my hair. they expect you to jump through 15 different hoops just to apply to something w/ dogshit pay & hours only to never even send you a rejection email.
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michiwitchy24 · 7 months
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I’m losing weight I had to lose once before. But that’s okay because I know it’s possible again.
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freakinhorse123 · 2 years
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I swear to god allocishet people will never understand how sometimes you have to assume the worst about people.
Because from what i understand JK Rowling got the transgender charity mermaids shut down (or close to shutting down) because it advised young trans people on what to do to alleviate their dysphoria without letting their parents know.
And everyone is in uproar about “how can you keep things about people’s own children a secret?????????!?!?!”
Well sometimes you have to because of the possibility that their parents will react badly to their child being trans. You have to assume that child is in an unsafe environment and can’t afford to come out because if you tell their parents and they react really badly then it’s your fault.
It’s far safer to assume that the kid can’t come out than out someone or the kid comes out in an unsafe environment and possibly gets kicked out/gets hurt because of it.
Its safer and easier to keep it a secret and come out if/when you’re in a safe environment and get a good reaction rather than tell the kid’s parents and get that kid hurt.
Sure someday i hope queer/trans kids don’t have to come out, but in our current society you have to take the correct precautions when coming out just in case there’s a bad reaction.
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If no one’s going to do it…
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possiblytracker · 6 months
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coughs loudly. scheduling this post for slightly later today so i have time to get lunch and not chicken out before it goes up
firstly i gotta apologise for dropping off the face of the earth. in hindsight it was creeping up on me for a long time I just didn't think anything of it/had enough stuff going on to ignore it for a while, but ive been wrestling with pretty abysmal mental health that just kinda hit me like a truck back in august. i wont get too much into it but things just ground to a halt and in the span of a week or so it legitimately felt like i stopped being a Person- i just stagnated, felt like i lost the ability and will to do anything or enjoy things or create like i used to, all my energy went into keeping it together in front of my family, and it made me way too anxious and ashamed and guilty to want to show my face. like who would want to put up with my stupid bullshit, right (wrong! that idea just made me unbelievably worse and i regret it extremely, but my anxiety was going extremely unchecked at this time). i don't think i've ever been that depressed before and i didn't at all know how to handle it or begin to claw my way out
fortunately, a combination of getting exercise + touching grass regularly and new enrichment/hyperfixations to latch onto like an orphaned duckling are very recently kicking some life back into me so to speak. who wouldve thought. and now where i used to still feel stomach-turning dread and paranoia thinking about getting back on tumblr and discord a week or two ago, it finally feels like i can handle dipping my toes back in. i'm making this post first bc i know most of my friends will see it, and that feels less taxing than explaining myself a bunch of different times over and over and dragging it out, but ofc i will try and get back into conversation when and as i can (askbox and discord is still best to reach me if you wanted). i'm just really sorry, and I hope you can forgive me, for making you worry or otherwise
i'm not sure what to do from here (i'm considering maybe moving main blogs to a clean slate eventually? this one will still be here i couldnt bear to get rid of it, i've just had it since i was 16 there's Baggage attached) but i'll be trying to ease my way back into relative normalcy before doing anything big ofc. in the meantime i will be vaguely floating around here again. see you around and thank you for your time..
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rexscanonwife · 7 days
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Guess who just found out she's working for SIX DAYS STRAIGHT
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tiny-angry-barbarian · 7 months
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Man, I just love Baldur’s Gate 3. I love the characters, their interactions, how they mirror each, the similarities they share…
Love the core theme of the game. Authority. Authority over yourself, your body, your choices, your life.
I am so genuinely touched by the stories of all the companions, Shadowheart’s and Lae’zel’s the most. This idea that you have to give up what you believed and upheld your entire life in a span of a single moment and suddenly you might even know who you are. Your past being a lie someone force fed you and made you believe it was the truth. And it all making you do things you are deeply ashamed of now that you know the truth. The lost time you have to mourn. All of it. And so much more. I feel like I could write about these themes for hours.
I just really love Baldur’s Gate 3 y’all.
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mysticfoxdesigns · 2 months
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Adults who unload their trauma onto minors are weird.
That a child, they do not need to worry about their adult friend's mental state. That fucks them up!
I cannot tell you how many times I have had to deal with adults online unloading their baggage on me as a teen. It sucks!
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the disappointment with my human body is strong tonight.
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mahikamihan · 7 months
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guess who drove 4hrs to austin droncert 🎵, drove 4hrs back 🚗, submitted a physical network diagram + narrative for a grad project on time 🕛, and did their laundry 🧺 all in one weekend 💅💅💅
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warehouse-sys · 11 months
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People need to understand that fictives aren’t their source because when Adam first split, he had multiple breakdowns to a friend about the fact that people were going to hate him. And he was right.
People need to understand that fictives aren’t their source because we got told off once for talking about Adam too much in the “wrong way”. As if he’s not literally a part of our lives. As if I shouldn’t be talking about him in a positive way when he’s not like he is in source. 
People need to understand that fictives aren’t their source because Adam doesn’t front as much anymore, he hardly even talks to us, when at one point a couple years ago, he was almost always at least partially in front. 
People need to understand that fictives aren’t their source because Adam’s memories do not align with source, and he is designed to protect us, and he will not be quiet to cater to members of a fandom. 
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deathbypufferfish · 1 year
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If I don't get my appetite back soon I might fully lose it. How is eating food hard. It's like one of the three things humans do.
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coffinsister · 4 months
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I'm like a kinnie but like I dress up as the character and act as them and then I kinda hear voices in my head
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