well, a good a time as any for a perspective check on well, documented change (CLICHE TRANSITION PHOTOS):
there was a time i lived in tennessee, which served the purpose of leaving michigan
i wasnt very productive
at this time i was a burly, oafish stoner with a lot of cool guns getting wasted and high constantly, and shooting things in the backwoods
that falls apart and i move to washington for the first time. i kinda discover, however quietly, that im confused about where i fall as far as sexuality goes
anyhow that continues, and good times are had. keith moves out, and things get sad for me until potatoe and co. form the group of friends i found there. the whole time, i maintain an awkward masculine clothing set, and a certain fighting weight. at my heaviest i weighed 230 (in TN)
my consistent habits are getting high and drinking, and i take up smoking cigarettes despite having somewhat weak lungs, and a family history of asthma.
the honeymoon ends. i return to michigan defeated.
i live with my parents, jobless for two years. i go days without eating, gradually wear down relationships within family and fistfight my brother on a regular basis.
i attempt suicide twice.
i follow up with a friend i had a fling with before leaving the state, planning to date her when i return. i gather enough money, and gain closure in leaving the state following my best friends wedding. i act as his best man, and say my goodbyes. all the bases are covered. i came out as queer, and had the support of everyone.
i still drink and now smoke heavily at this point, and hardly eat.
it takes a tremendous toll on my body
i weighed about 150, leaving the state of michigan to live with my now ex partner.
with the true autonomy of simply living with my girlfriend in our little apartment, i could wear what i wanted without being given shit. i had planned on crossdressing, as i always had an interest in makeup, but the relationship made that extremely hard, and i kinda dove back in that closet. either too sexualized, or too jokey/draggy which i fucking hate
eventually, like all things in this life, the relationship fucking faceplants and i seek an immediate way to get back to washington, as it is closest, and i fear i will kill myself if i return to michigan
i speak to whippy via computer, we work out housing and i live there with her, spencer and the shitty gay dudes
we gain a great friendship, and i enable her diseased magic the gathering addiction
i speak to roxy about gender, views and speaking to a therapist at SCS as it has lgbt oriented support and care.
at some point, the job i work then digs too deep into me and i realize that i trust myself enough around these people to actively ask for help and gauge comfort with crossdressing. roxys wife helps me dress up, finds a dress and neckwear, and i finally wear a dress.
after a positive facebook response, my mother called me and asked if i was trans. i said no, i was just crossdressing and that its pretty cool. we joked about me looking better than her in a dress, and all was huckle dory.
the following day roxy lets me try on her old breastforms. i like them, a lot. i feel more inclined to think about physical form than gendered clothing. the gears rattle.
that following day i dont sleep, and hallucinate from sleep deprivation, thinking back on the bits of life i dont recap in those photos, and all the stuff i did in secret, and the lengths i went to keep those things secret. and the things i liked to remember from those days, that made me think i was a weirdo fuckin pervert, and i had an over eager teenage libido
i called up butters, and then my parents as i was freaking out. i said something to the effect of "hey i think im a woman" after that, pronouns and dress changed as i moved closer towards relentlessly seeking HRT. roxy reassures me it will be great for me as i talk to her and ask her lots of questions, while she also brings up reasonable points about things on a real level
the day i have to start that ball rolling after having attended scs and pursued medical feminization, the chloe sagal incident occurs. the same day i am told i have to "jump through hoops" to get pills
i jump through hoops.
the whole time, i work with chemicals, balancing out identity with huge stress in a dangerous workplace
i feminize at home, and defeminize as much as humanely possible at work. this does a fucking number on my mind
things go on, i get high levels of estrogen. i lose the job, and while my whole life is falling apart right now, its better than before or well, killing myself
i have started taking nicotine gum to stop smoking, drink significantly less and have steeled myself to finding new work, all of which i dont think couldve happened if well, i hadnt gone ahead and did what i needed to do with regard to hrt. i'd be dead
Oh hey hey, I got a question before this thread gets closed, too bad I've been awol from the PA forums for a while now and didn't realise this was going again
For the transgendered peeps here, is the gender dysphoria for you something that happened all the time before you transitioned? Did you ever have days/weeks/phases where you were semi-comfortable being in your biological body?
Also - Gatsby, you look awesome! You are rocking that look way better than I could
For me it didn't happen all the time. It would come and go.
And from 17-28 it was pretty well medicated away with alcohol. But that doesn't mean I didn't do a lot of crossdressing at the time.
Sounds like a you are doing a lot of positive things for your life and health. As a dude who only really knows you through your posting and occasionally hearing your voice over video games I'm really happy for you and proud of you for the positive changes you're making.
Hey Anjin, you're a really cool and funny person with insightful and interesting opinions that I always enjoy reading. You also cut through bullshit better than most and that's something I also really appreciate.
So I'm really happy to see you discovering yourself and getting happier plus healthier.
Oh hey hey, I got a question before this thread gets closed, too bad I've been awol from the PA forums for a while now and didn't realise this was going again
For the transgendered peeps here, is the gender dysphoria for you something that happened all the time before you transitioned? Did you ever have days/weeks/phases where you were semi-comfortable being in your biological body?
Also - @Gatsby, you look awesome! You are rocking that look way better than I could
I haven't actually been able to see a therapist yet and haven't transitioned, so my input may be totally invalid. take it with a grain of salt. but like DirtyVagrant I've had depression and self hate come and go
it was confusing because I haven't felt the disgust at my junk some transpeople get, and the dysphoria was sort of... disconnected from wanting to be a lady, if that make sense? I've just mainly been uncomfortable with some secondary sexual characteristics and have, at different moments, thought a lot about how being a chick would be awesome
since putting it together and coming out to a few close friends I feel like the dysphoria is more connected to not presenting as female, cause I've found the source. if that makes sense at all
maybe I should've just saved that shit for my journal or something, but there you go, for what it's worth
well, a good a time as any for a perspective check on well, documented change (CLICHE TRANSITION PHOTOS):
there was a time i lived in tennessee, which served the purpose of leaving michigan
i wasnt very productive
at this time i was a burly, oafish stoner with a lot of cool guns getting wasted and high constantly, and shooting things in the backwoods
that falls apart and i move to washington for the first time. i kinda discover, however quietly, that im confused about where i fall as far as sexuality goes
anyhow that continues, and good times are had. keith moves out, and things get sad for me until potatoe and co. form the group of friends i found there. the whole time, i maintain an awkward masculine clothing set, and a certain fighting weight. at my heaviest i weighed 230 (in TN)
my consistent habits are getting high and drinking, and i take up smoking cigarettes despite having somewhat weak lungs, and a family history of asthma.
the honeymoon ends. i return to michigan defeated.
i live with my parents, jobless for two years. i go days without eating, gradually wear down relationships within family and fistfight my brother on a regular basis.
i attempt suicide twice.
i follow up with a friend i had a fling with before leaving the state, planning to date her when i return. i gather enough money, and gain closure in leaving the state following my best friends wedding. i act as his best man, and say my goodbyes. all the bases are covered. i came out as queer, and had the support of everyone.
i still drink and now smoke heavily at this point, and hardly eat.
it takes a tremendous toll on my body
i weighed about 150, leaving the state of michigan to live with my now ex partner.
with the true autonomy of simply living with my girlfriend in our little apartment, i could wear what i wanted without being given shit. i had planned on crossdressing, as i always had an interest in makeup, but the relationship made that extremely hard, and i kinda dove back in that closet. either too sexualized, or too jokey/draggy which i fucking hate
eventually, like all things in this life, the relationship fucking faceplants and i seek an immediate way to get back to washington, as it is closest, and i fear i will kill myself if i return to michigan
i speak to whippy via computer, we work out housing and i live there with her, spencer and the shitty gay dudes
we gain a great friendship, and i enable her diseased magic the gathering addiction
i speak to roxy about gender, views and speaking to a therapist at SCS as it has lgbt oriented support and care.
at some point, the job i work then digs too deep into me and i realize that i trust myself enough around these people to actively ask for help and gauge comfort with crossdressing. roxys wife helps me dress up, finds a dress and neckwear, and i finally wear a dress.
after a positive facebook response, my mother called me and asked if i was trans. i said no, i was just crossdressing and that its pretty cool. we joked about me looking better than her in a dress, and all was huckle dory.
the following day roxy lets me try on her old breastforms. i like them, a lot. i feel more inclined to think about physical form than gendered clothing. the gears rattle.
that following day i dont sleep, and hallucinate from sleep deprivation, thinking back on the bits of life i dont recap in those photos, and all the stuff i did in secret, and the lengths i went to keep those things secret. and the things i liked to remember from those days, that made me think i was a weirdo fuckin pervert, and i had an over eager teenage libido
i called up butters, and then my parents as i was freaking out. i said something to the effect of "hey i think im a woman" after that, pronouns and dress changed as i moved closer towards relentlessly seeking HRT. roxy reassures me it will be great for me as i talk to her and ask her lots of questions, while she also brings up reasonable points about things on a real level
the day i have to start that ball rolling after having attended scs and pursued medical feminization, the chloe sagal incident occurs. the same day i am told i have to "jump through hoops" to get pills
i jump through hoops.
the whole time, i work with chemicals, balancing out identity with huge stress in a dangerous workplace
i feminize at home, and defeminize as much as humanely possible at work. this does a fucking number on my mind
things go on, i get high levels of estrogen. i lose the job, and while my whole life is falling apart right now, its better than before or well, killing myself
i have started taking nicotine gum to stop smoking, drink significantly less and have steeled myself to finding new work, all of which i dont think couldve happened if well, i hadnt gone ahead and did what i needed to do with regard to hrt. i'd be dead
You've changed a lot just since the last trans thread. I'm really happy for you.
I went through a phase as a kid where I just pretty much wanted to be a boy - to the point of being fairly depressed about going through puberty, though not desperate. I have pictures for years, from about age 3 until 10, where I had a boyish hair cut and just wore boy clothes (when my Mom hadn't forced me into a dress), and I was just a real tomboy. And then for a long time that kind of disappeared. It came back again during my late teenage years, and then went away for 10 years again. I sometimes think to myself, "Good grief dude, can't you just pick a side and stay on it for freaking sake?" I kind of watch it warily waiting for the day that it really starts raging at me, but so far it's just mild, slightly depressing sometimes, dysphoria. Hence the question - has anyone felt that way on and off, and eventually decided to transition?
For myself, I don't think I'd go as far as HRT, since it comes and goes too much. I was considering calling it being "bigender", except that for me it's not something that switches on a daily basis. Also, I'm very comfortable with my body - fortunately not overly feminine - and quite happy just to wear whatever I like, and see how it goes. Actually, it's only this month that I've realised gender is a sliding scale - seems like I'm one of those people that does the dance up and down the gender scale every now and then. :rotate: I guess a lot of my frustration over the years was feeling like I was forced to fit into a certain concept of what my gender "should" be, feeling like that wasn't "me", and I guess then jumping to the logical conclusion that the other gender must therefore be "it".
I think our culture really sucks right now that women wearing pants is perfectly normal, but men can't wear dresses/skirts without being scorned or stared at.
This is pretty much exactly how I've felt for a while. It was at its worst last year for about ten months or so, to the point where I almost actively pursued HRT.
I kinda feel like a douchebag for hiding in the more privileged position of actively presenting as cis-male, when so many of my friends and forumers deal with the realities of full-time trans life, but then I realize folks like Gatsby, Fire Truck, and you are all going through similar dysphoria and identity-finding phases as myself and it makes me feel that much better.
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Is this the place where I complain that Lockout wasn't as good as it could have been?
Also, cute pictures are awesome!
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I think I might have linked this in the last thread - I was looking up Scouts Canada's gender/sexual identity discrimination rules, and the acronym they used was different from what I was used to - LGBT2Q, so I looked up what the "2" was. Many of the Native American/Canadian First Nations had a traditional mixed gender identity called Two-Spirit, literally both a male and female spirit in the same body.
Cross dressing of two-spirit people was not always an indicator of cross acting (taking on other gender roles and social status within the tribe). Lang explains “the mere fact that a male wears women's clothing does not say something about his role behavior, his gender status, or even his choice of partner...” (62). Often within tribes, a child’s gender was decided by depending on their inclination toward either masculine or feminine activities, or their intersex status. Around puberty clothing choices were made to physically display their gender choice.
Two-spirit people, specifically male-bodied (biologically male, gender female), could go to war and have access to male activities such as sweat lodges. However, they also took on female roles such as cooking and other domestic responsibilities.
Two-spirits might have relationships with people of either sex. Female-bodied two-spirits usually had sexual relations or marriages with only females. In the Lakota tribe, two-spirits commonly married widowers; a male-bodied two-spirit could perform the function of parenting the children of the husband's late wife without any risk of bearing new children to whom a new wife might give priority.
Partners of two-spirits did not receive any special recognition, although some believed that after having sexual relations with a two-spirit they would obtain magical abilities, be given obscene nicknames by the two-spirited person which they believed held "good luck," or in the case of male partners, receive a boost to their masculinity. Relationships between two "two-spirited" individuals is absent in the literature (with the sole exception of the Tewa tribe). As male-bodied two-spirits regarded each other as "sisters," it is speculated that it may have been seen as incestuous to have a relationship with another two-spirit.
It is known that in certain tribes a relationship between a two-spirit and non-two-spirit was seen for the most part as neither heterosexual nor homosexual (in modern day terms) but more "hetero-gender," Europeans however saw them as being homosexual. Partners of two-spirits did not experience themselves as "homosexual," and moreover drew a sharp conceptual line between themselves and two-spirits.
I kinda feel like a douchebag for hiding in the more privileged position of actively presenting as cis-male, when so many of my friends and forumers deal with the realities of full-time trans life
This is horseshit, don't think like this. You don't owe anything to anyone, take your time, find your own identity that makes you happy. You're not letting the side down, there is no side.
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There's plenty of accounts of colonial people getting kidnapped by native tribes
And not returning home to their families when given the chance, because they were treated betterby their abducors
A damn shame that these tribes were't given the chance to keep developing their cultures
Do you know of any such accounts online? I am curious.
man, it's hard enough to get a constant DSL connection to some of those reservations, I don't think they have the bandwidth to snatch kids up off the internet
I actually remember reading a dramatic account of some of my ancestors' escape after being captured by an indian tribe and returning home. The story went that these two women had been held there for like three weeks, eventually just pretending to go along with whatever they wanted so they'd pay less attention to them and run off. It seemed like complete bullshit, down to the evil white guy (who had betrayed his people to lead the indians) at one point angrily slamming his tomahawk into the empty log they were hiding inside before giving up the hunt, but even with all that it made no mention of them being mistreated at all by the tribe.
I kinda feel like a douchebag for hiding in the more privileged position of actively presenting as cis-male, when so many of my friends and forumers deal with the realities of full-time trans life
This is horseshit, don't think like this. You don't owe anything to anyone, take your time, find your own identity that makes you happy. You're not letting the side down, there is no side.
Oh, I know. It's just an irrational thing that I feel from time to time. Probably born from having a few trans friends who really hate the whole genderqueer thing because it, in their words, reeks of tumblr.
I probably could've gone without mentioning it earlier but I figure it's good to be honest with where my Issues lie.
Edit: this is why I despise when people monolithize tumblr as a pinnacle of negative social justice feedback, by the way.
Also @ANTVGM64, I'm not going to attempt to address any of your specific points because other people have done a good job of that already. I will just say that you sound a lot like me several years ago. The arguments you make are your brain's defence mechanism against something you find strange and fear will change your world. It's natural to be scared of things you don't understand. But your fear in this case is irrational and is not helping you.
I would advise hanging around here, reading threads like these, paying attention to the posts of the various lovely gay and trans members this forum has. You will eventually figure out they're just people, and they're not scary. Well... maybe Metalbourne's a little scary. But I believe that's intentional.
Doing what you did and making a big post full of questions... it doesn't really work. Because what you're really looking for is some answers that will validate your feelings. That tell you it's okay to think like you do. When really, what will be better for you is to challenge how you feel and let go of your fear and acquire some empathy. This is a good place to do that, but you do need to make an effort and learn to listen.
And don't argue with trans folks about trans issues. They're kind of the experts here, not you.
There is definitely nothing wrong with asking a question sometimes, if you're just really confused on the subject, but don't forget that google is your friend.
At times it's just more polite to find an answer on your own, instead of bombarding other people with a wall of queries.
Also, sometimes it's best just to lurk instead and gradually get some understanding via osmosis.
Never underestimate how much you can learn just by kicking back and listening.
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I got a little confused when both space prisons and @Lockout the poster were mentioned.
So it turns out the Unnamed Retail Chain I now have a job at has both sexual orientation AND gender identity in their non-discrimination rules. That's nice! Going to wait until I am settled in there before I come out. I wanna make sure the employees there are cool.
I kinda feel like a douchebag for hiding in the more privileged position of actively presenting as cis-male, when so many of my friends and forumers deal with the realities of full-time trans life
This is horseshit, don't think like this. You don't owe anything to anyone, take your time, find your own identity that makes you happy. You're not letting the side down, there is no side.
100% this. While I have massive respect for the people who totally put themselves out there, not everyone is blessed with the mental fortitude to endure the flak that a lot of people go through to live that way.
You didn't ask to be trans; it's not your moral responsibility to wear it like a badge and call negative attention to yourself.
I kinda feel like a douchebag for hiding in the more privileged position of actively presenting as cis-male, when so many of my friends and forumers deal with the realities of full-time trans life
This is horseshit, don't think like this. You don't owe anything to anyone, take your time, find your own identity that makes you happy. You're not letting the side down, there is no side.
It amuses me still that Tube can say something as profound as this....
In all honesty, I see almost infinitely more discussion about tumblr sjws than I actually see of them, and on the rare occasion when I do see one going off on a tirade some more reasonable person is reliably shutting them down lower on the post. I follow almost 500 tumblrs. SJWs are a thing that exist but using them as an ad hominem for the site as a whole would be like using the MLP thread as an excuse to lambast SE++ for endorsing bronies.
Okay, yeah, Homestucks are most definitely a huge thing on tumblr. Less than they were, thanks to the long hiatus of this year causing most to jump ship, but a thing nonetheless.
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i wasnt very productive
at this time i was a burly, oafish stoner with a lot of cool guns getting wasted and high constantly, and shooting things in the backwoods
that falls apart and i move to washington for the first time. i kinda discover, however quietly, that im confused about where i fall as far as sexuality goes
anyhow that continues, and good times are had. keith moves out, and things get sad for me until potatoe and co. form the group of friends i found there. the whole time, i maintain an awkward masculine clothing set, and a certain fighting weight. at my heaviest i weighed 230 (in TN)
my consistent habits are getting high and drinking, and i take up smoking cigarettes despite having somewhat weak lungs, and a family history of asthma.
the honeymoon ends. i return to michigan defeated.
i live with my parents, jobless for two years. i go days without eating, gradually wear down relationships within family and fistfight my brother on a regular basis.
i attempt suicide twice.
i follow up with a friend i had a fling with before leaving the state, planning to date her when i return. i gather enough money, and gain closure in leaving the state following my best friends wedding. i act as his best man, and say my goodbyes. all the bases are covered. i came out as queer, and had the support of everyone.
i still drink and now smoke heavily at this point, and hardly eat.
it takes a tremendous toll on my body
i weighed about 150, leaving the state of michigan to live with my now ex partner.
with the true autonomy of simply living with my girlfriend in our little apartment, i could wear what i wanted without being given shit. i had planned on crossdressing, as i always had an interest in makeup, but the relationship made that extremely hard, and i kinda dove back in that closet. either too sexualized, or too jokey/draggy which i fucking hate
eventually, like all things in this life, the relationship fucking faceplants and i seek an immediate way to get back to washington, as it is closest, and i fear i will kill myself if i return to michigan
i speak to whippy via computer, we work out housing and i live there with her, spencer and the shitty gay dudes
we gain a great friendship, and i enable her diseased magic the gathering addiction
i speak to roxy about gender, views and speaking to a therapist at SCS as it has lgbt oriented support and care.
at some point, the job i work then digs too deep into me and i realize that i trust myself enough around these people to actively ask for help and gauge comfort with crossdressing. roxys wife helps me dress up, finds a dress and neckwear, and i finally wear a dress.
after a positive facebook response, my mother called me and asked if i was trans. i said no, i was just crossdressing and that its pretty cool. we joked about me looking better than her in a dress, and all was huckle dory.
the following day roxy lets me try on her old breastforms. i like them, a lot. i feel more inclined to think about physical form than gendered clothing. the gears rattle.
that following day i dont sleep, and hallucinate from sleep deprivation, thinking back on the bits of life i dont recap in those photos, and all the stuff i did in secret, and the lengths i went to keep those things secret. and the things i liked to remember from those days, that made me think i was a weirdo fuckin pervert, and i had an over eager teenage libido
i called up butters, and then my parents as i was freaking out. i said something to the effect of "hey i think im a woman" after that, pronouns and dress changed as i moved closer towards relentlessly seeking HRT. roxy reassures me it will be great for me as i talk to her and ask her lots of questions, while she also brings up reasonable points about things on a real level
the day i have to start that ball rolling after having attended scs and pursued medical feminization, the chloe sagal incident occurs. the same day i am told i have to "jump through hoops" to get pills
i jump through hoops.
the whole time, i work with chemicals, balancing out identity with huge stress in a dangerous workplace
i feminize at home, and defeminize as much as humanely possible at work. this does a fucking number on my mind
things go on, i get high levels of estrogen. i lose the job, and while my whole life is falling apart right now, its better than before or well, killing myself
i have started taking nicotine gum to stop smoking, drink significantly less and have steeled myself to finding new work, all of which i dont think couldve happened if well, i hadnt gone ahead and did what i needed to do with regard to hrt. i'd be dead
For me it didn't happen all the time. It would come and go.
And from 17-28 it was pretty well medicated away with alcohol. But that doesn't mean I didn't do a lot of crossdressing at the time.
Your transformation is pretty amazing too!
So I'm really happy to see you discovering yourself and getting happier plus healthier.
I haven't actually been able to see a therapist yet and haven't transitioned, so my input may be totally invalid. take it with a grain of salt. but like DirtyVagrant I've had depression and self hate come and go
it was confusing because I haven't felt the disgust at my junk some transpeople get, and the dysphoria was sort of... disconnected from wanting to be a lady, if that make sense? I've just mainly been uncomfortable with some secondary sexual characteristics and have, at different moments, thought a lot about how being a chick would be awesome
since putting it together and coming out to a few close friends I feel like the dysphoria is more connected to not presenting as female, cause I've found the source. if that makes sense at all
maybe I should've just saved that shit for my journal or something, but there you go, for what it's worth
i have no immediate desire for SRS, even if i could afford it
You've changed a lot just since the last trans thread. I'm really happy for you.
This is going to seem gauche and flippant, but please be assured, I don't mean it like that in any way.
At least it was six years, and not sixteen. Or twenty six.
I was connecting the dots while getting ready for bed last night, since Karl linked your donation page a few times
And holy crap you are freaking cute
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I didn't want to pry when you said you came out, so yay now that I know
whenever I hear someone I care about coming out, inside my head there's a little "HOORAY" followed by
Welcome to the shit.
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no worries about prying or whatever, I'm really trying to get accustomed to talking about it. mainly so I don't clam up when I get to see a therapist
and fuck yeah for Fortunate Son
Sweet Fancy Moses!
This is pretty much exactly how I've felt for a while. It was at its worst last year for about ten months or so, to the point where I almost actively pursued HRT.
I kinda feel like a douchebag for hiding in the more privileged position of actively presenting as cis-male, when so many of my friends and forumers deal with the realities of full-time trans life, but then I realize folks like Gatsby, Fire Truck, and you are all going through similar dysphoria and identity-finding phases as myself and it makes me feel that much better.
Also, cute pictures are awesome!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Two-Spirit
all of which seems pretty damn fair to me
and then the Europeans came along and ruined everything
And not returning home to their families when given the chance, because they were treated betterby their abducors
A damn shame that these tribes were't given the chance to keep developing their cultures
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at first I was all
can't disagree there
This is horseshit, don't think like this. You don't owe anything to anyone, take your time, find your own identity that makes you happy. You're not letting the side down, there is no side.
Do you know of any such accounts online? I am curious.
man, it's hard enough to get a constant DSL connection to some of those reservations, I don't think they have the bandwidth to snatch kids up off the internet
I'll see if there's online stuff that you can access
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Oh, I know. It's just an irrational thing that I feel from time to time. Probably born from having a few trans friends who really hate the whole genderqueer thing because it, in their words, reeks of tumblr.
I probably could've gone without mentioning it earlier but I figure it's good to be honest with where my Issues lie.
Edit: this is why I despise when people monolithize tumblr as a pinnacle of negative social justice feedback, by the way.
There is definitely nothing wrong with asking a question sometimes, if you're just really confused on the subject, but don't forget that google is your friend.
At times it's just more polite to find an answer on your own, instead of bombarding other people with a wall of queries.
Also, sometimes it's best just to lurk instead and gradually get some understanding via osmosis.
Never underestimate how much you can learn just by kicking back and listening.
100% this. While I have massive respect for the people who totally put themselves out there, not everyone is blessed with the mental fortitude to endure the flak that a lot of people go through to live that way.
You didn't ask to be trans; it's not your moral responsibility to wear it like a badge and call negative attention to yourself.
It amuses me still that Tube can say something as profound as this....
and it finishes with desu.
I need to grow up.
look, if all the cis scum out there would just die already...
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gonna be blasting fools with a crossbow
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like Homestucks
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It was originally intended for content generators to have portfolio-esque blogs to share stuff between. Or something.