happy pride month to lgbt people who are really boring. we deserve love too
A comic I made last year about how my past selves would react to seeing me now 🏳️‍⚧️
trans girls with hairy tummies are like if a living room fireplace glowing on a december night was a girl
#tlbht - Theo Liveblogs (LB) Her Transition; exactly what it says on the tin: basically just journaling about my transition
#tlbhst - Theo Liveblogs (LB) Her Social Transition; the specifically-social-transition subset of #tlbht
Thing is is, as much m/f that is produced in the world, as a bi woman, sometimes I want to see a man fall in love with an obviously queer woman. I want to see a man realizing that the woman he is interested in is gnc and that isn't going to change.
whats cool about being trans is my parents are totally right. i did kill their beautiful son. im the thing that animates his corpse in an ever more convincing parody of a happy girl. i devoured him from the inside out and now there is nothing left of him and he is dead dead dead and there is only me, with my hollow eyes and dark eyeliner and long hair, and my big smile. my limp, effeminate gestures belie the marionetting of the boy they loved. my fagginess is his death. already his body becomes a fitter home for my parasitism in full; the tits, the hips, the thighs. sorry about your kid. thanks for the biomass <3
To me, "having made it" as a trans woman isn't passing.
It's about not needing to shave your legs anymore to feel feminine.
It's about not needing to wear makeup anymore to feel feminine.
It's about not worrying about every step or sound you make to make sure you seem feminine.
It's about trying to get your hair to look just right, and instead of thinking "RAAAH NOO!! I'll never pass like this everyone will think I'm a man!", you think "Bleh, bad hair day... Oh well"
It's about feeling feminine no matter what you do, no matter what others think. Especially that last part.
It's about knowing, accepting, deep down, that you are a woman, and nothing you do or don't do will change that fact.
That's when I know I made it.
Lemme tell you something about being transmasc and recovering from the abuse of a cis man. I’ve spent a majority of my adulthood running like hell from who my father was and seriously interrogating what I was taught about gender roles. You know what actually helped me most? No longer seeing my own masculinity as a cross to bear and something I must actively work against. I’m not responsible for my father’s choices, he is. Being a man isn’t why he made them, he made them because he’s him. To me, statements like “he’s a man and that’s what they do” lets him off the hook. No, that’s what abusers do.