Shit This Got Me Out Here Cryin In The Club

when the wellerman comes

ok. I’m crying

finally finished this painting i sketched out months ago… please click for better quality i know tumblr is gonna kill it (reference used)

Faking something, whether a symptom, identity or behaviour, is a conscious decision. You can’t unknowingly fake something.

And on top of that, if you were faking something and it was causing you distress or other problems, you could just stop.

If you have to ask yourself ‘am I faking this’ you’re not.

so the other day a castmate of mine was talking about having once been a little girl (at this point, i all but short-circuited because said castmate is a man in his mid-sixties and my brain had its little moment of “!!!!! trans person!!! and he’s OLD!!!!”) and being asked if there was a famous person he looked up to or wanted to look or be more like. and he said— again, as a little girl at this point— “santa claus!” and everyone thought he was weird for it.

and this story doesn’t read as well over text because you really have to see the guy. but he looks just like santa claus. he’s got the long white hair and the beard and the belly and everything. and i just. the amount of secondhand trans joy i experienced is truly insane. i’m gonna get old! i’m gonna get old the way i wanna get old! hey everybody you’re gonna get old; we’ve been doing it for years!

anyway shoutout to the santa claus of my cast and to every older trans person we love you so fucking much