So I just finished an endo appointment, and my mom and I went through the drive-through of a churchās chicken- as is tradition- and Iām dressed fully fem today, but havenāt shaved so Iāve got like 5-oāclock-shadow, very much Not Passing. So this lady at the window sees me, like fully makes eye contact with me, when weāre like giving her the card or whatever. Then she comes back with our food, and says āyou ladies enjoy your meal,ā and I eeeeeeeeeeeeee~~ so thank you so so much, random Churchās Chicken employee in Harlingen, Texas. I was scared to even go to my doctorās appointment dressed like this but people like you make me feel safer doing so. Thank you :3
Thereās a lot of little moments that all piled up. I had been questioning my gender for a while and was privately gender-fluid, but to almost everyone I was still A Man. Then I met someone who helped me not answer the questions I had, but rather show me how to find the answers on my own. Then just, the more time passed, the more I realized I didnāt have āmale daysā anymore, and I started going by female pronouns exclusively, and everything just felt like it finally fit right.
This was after a childhood of playing dress-up and letting my sister practice makeup on me, a childhood of being the only āguyā in a girl friend group, etc etc.
My friend didnāt push being a woman on me, didnāt ask me to make a choice; she told me that she accepts me for who I am, whether I feel male or female or neither, and it was that unconditional acceptance that made me feel comfortable enough to finally just let go of the āmaleā side of me.
Or maybe it was being like 7 and watching that early PokƩmon episode where Ash cross-dresses
I donāt know how much success youāll find selling these, but maybe you could start a model-making YouTube channel or something as well. Document the process, help others learn to make models, and maybe have a lil link to a store page
Bluegrass, hardcore rap, midwestern emo, indie, alternative, doom metal, surf rock, house music, jazz, funk, breakbeat, classic rock, new wave, blues, lofi hip hop, etc etc. I am music enjoyer :3
Homie seriously DMād me after with the heading āCoward bans meā like heās writing a newspaper article in the 1880s, homeboy thinks heās dastardly
Me, 5ā2ā attempting to make eye contact
Homie thinks I think Iām in a Lego game or some shit. Sorry that the miracles of modern medicine are too far beyond the scope of your comprehension, dawg, maybe you should read up on HRT instead of huffing your own farts all day. I got tits AND a dick, bitch, and both get more action than you. The only mental illness I had was me being delusional enough to ever have thought I could live as a man. Guess your momās LGBT now too, ācause regardless of the density weāre still boning
Itās almost as if the language you use doesnāt change the message in the end. Itās almost as if you can still spew meaningless hate without saying the āfuckā word. Itās almost as if there are other ways to say things without directly saying them, in a way that you could potentially manipulate the situation into making yourself look like the good guy. What a fucking concept
I feel like a lot of people would genuinely be happy if youād statistic yourself :3 myself included :3
I love the BlƄhdoje so much! This makes me very happy (and gay)
Letās goooooo, my townās TSC was built atop a giant fucking concrete spire and they had a popcorn machine :3
princess princess princess princess š³š³ I wasnāt ready, I feel dizzy
:0!! awoooo~ awooo awooooooo~~ joins da howl
After I came out to my immediate family, I also came out to my grandmother, because weāve always been pretty close. She looked at me, thought about it a sec, then said āokay, I can see thatā which in and of itself was so validating, but like months later my mom told me they talked on the phone, and my grandmother was super excited talking about how cool and amazing the effects of HRT were and the results they produced (sheās a retired pharmacist so she loves this stuff)
I talked like that before I started my transition, just not openly because āguys donāt talk like that.ā But since Iāve been out Iāve finally felt free to express The Cute Side of myself, and it also just feels good to me. Please donāt gatekeep my euphoria, itās not harming anyone, and I and Iām sure many others got called cringe more than enough growing up, we donāt need this sort of thing now
It took me until the very end to realize you are probably not, in fact, a neurotypical. This is one of them ājokesā Iāve heard about!
:0! me pleaseeeee :3 offers paw to shake~
You could wear a collar like double-layered around your wrist, maybe :3
Autist Mouse gang represent šš
Don't get between an autistic girl and her love for music
ModestMouse