White T Girl I Love You. And Also Do Not Forget That You Are Not The Modern Martyr For The Oppressed

I don't think anyone could have fully prepared me for how life changing it is to be interacting with people who genuinely see me as a woman. Not as a woman* or a feminine man or anything like that, just a girl.

The people I feel safest around are those who treat my existence as wonderfully unremarkable. I'm just a girl to them. A trans woman, not a transwoman type of deal.

Having experienced this really opened my eyes to just how much I had internalized that while I may be a woman, I'll never be woman. Which is some stuff that I still have to try hard to combat.

Hello skinny tgirl. Lately you've been complaining that your tits aren't growing. In front of you is a plate of food.

Tumblr is a website where the least punk thing you can do is listen to punk, where the queerest game is Dungeons & Dragons because it lets you play as anyone, including a straight man, and where the presence of cishet men is seen as an indicator of the health of a queer community.

sickens me to my stomach. how dare this guy get to live my dream.

“lol why are you following the boobs and ass artist” why do you think I’m following the boobs and ass artist. do you think I go to the grocery store ironically too

attention hits different when u don't have to beg for it

just watched i saw the tv glow

white t girl i love you. and also do not forget that you are not the modern martyr for the oppressed voice. that's still black girls. it's always been black girls. stories of black martyrdom simply don't make it into the news cycle until the unrest caused by its reporting can be packaged as a "riot" segment between traffic reports. i know you suffer, but whatever you're experiencing, i beg you, when interacting with your community and building nuanced understandings of each other and the system which binds us, to not forget that a black tgirl has felt it 100 times worse before positioning yourself as an authority on all systems of oppression for having suffered unjustly at all. because you have suffered unjustly, but suffering unjustly as a white person means something so much different.

she's dying