Pronouns: All, Preferred They/them

In the 22nd century, the word homeschooling was replaced with homosexualing. My mom ordered a teacher for me from an organ market and she told me, “Tomorrow you’ll be homosexualed,” and I was homosexualed for three years but Sauron only taught me Tic-Tac-Toe tricks.

it’s like I DO want to be feminine in the way a man is feminine. if I’m performing feminity I don’t want it to be read as an inherent reflection of my gender and who I am. I don’t want someone to call me ma’am or be called a girl. like. it’s drag. only it can’t be drag for me, because it’s not actually subverting anything, is it? so I’m in this spot where I either cannot allow myself any femininity or I do and accept the consequences of perception. my wearing eyeliner isn’t a subversion, a quiet rebellion, it’s perceived as fulfilling an expectation. somehow I can never be masc enough to be percieved as I want to be, so any introduction of femininity feels like a defeat. and yet sometimes I want to wear the pretty things that are still in my closet! or play around with makeup. but it isn’t a young boy getting into his mother’s vanity and heels, it’s growing up into the fulfillment of the wants of the mother and the rest of society as a blank whole.

being on my period makes me feel like a wounded forest animal trying to find a warm dark small place to die

if only i were a young unruly british lad in the 1920s shipped off to an elite boarding school in the country by my wealthy parents who were fed up with my rowdy behaviour, only to fall in love with astrology and the arts and meet like-minded individuals who formed a secret society dedicated to the thirst of knowledge,

*rolls your teeth like dice*

YAHTZEE!

i can’t be clocked in at the clown factory right now i have to be clocked in at the microsoft word factory i have a five page paper that i haven’t started due in two hours

not being out as trans at family gatherings is like being a secret agent tee hee im under cover as a girl so i don’t get hate crimed