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Me to me: stop crossing your legs, it reads as feminine.
My body: *crosses legs harder*
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She stomped it to death and with the same breath
Called it mercy
I tweak the story in its telling
To avoid blurred moral metaphors that conflate kindness and cruelty, that mess with ones mental and excuse the common hate
Best to keep the story pleasant, unambiguous, concise
And give a sense of closure to the absurdities of life
But even then, they still misread your lines
So I guess
Why even
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I a m a l w a y s h u n g r y
T e e t h i n t h e g u t
S k i i i i i n n n n i i i i n n n n g
G n a s h i n g c r a s h i n g c l a c k i n g
T h e l i n i n g t o a n o n i o n s k i n
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everyone i love is so far away
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Self portrait.
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A bit of testosterone leaked out today when I did my shot.
Pray for me. My transition has been delayed 1000 years.
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*exploring sensorimotor psychotherapy in counselling*
Me: its like I have a blockage in my throat when I try to speak.
Therapist: and how do you think we can recreate that physically?
Me: can I just strange myself in your office?
Therapist:
Me:
Therapist:
Me:
Therapist: im not saying no
Therapist: but I have concerns.
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Roommate: did you just walk out of the bathroom with your pants undone
Me: what of it?
Roommate: forget the fly, you didn't even button them. They're practically falling off.
Me: its my house, innit?
Roommate: you really are a guy
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adventures in trans™
when the pharmacist asks you to repeat your name 7 times, including spelling it, and then even verifies, “this is you, right?” pointing to the name on the bottle when she hands over your pills.
like i’m glad my voice is starting to pass/confuse the cis more, but damn lady, just ID me or something
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neurotypicals be like "why do you look so mad" and im like. im not? and then i remember im supposed to be performing Happiness like a court jester
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Trauma is a hell of a drug
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Well, tonight has been a lovely new learning experience in Ways to Suffocate as a Trans. Walked into work sporting my brand new binder (extra tioght) and a mask, and walk into a full on crisis and have to go into a restraint. I legit thought I was going to pass out on the client. X.x that's gotta be therapeutic right?
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