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
The weirdest thing I never really anticipated about transition is that the things I saw attractive in other people would happen to me on testosterone
now, i absolutely should be studying. but.
i have officially gotten to a place where i romanticize my own existence.
the way my shoes dirty and scuff after a day across campus
the way the leaves fall around me when i walk under trees
the way my spotify playlist is curated to exactly what i want to hear
the way my t voice still crackles sometimes
i am so, so happy to be alive.
dear all transqueers struggling to be alive: i love you so much. i love us so much. you can find happiness <3
Unfriendly reminder that while you're busy mourning the loss of your childs old gender, claiming you need to mourn the death of your son/daughter, there's a group of boys/girls/enbies scrambling to take your kid clothes shopping, snatching up the chance to take those "first" experiences from you forever. Your sons first fishing trip is gonna be with his best bros, your daughters first makeover is going to be with her girl friends, your kids first camping trip out as themselves is gonna be with the besties. Good luck getting those bonding experiences back. While you're busy trying to guilt-trip your kid with your weird manufactured parental trauma, there's a whole community ready to take your place as the better family.
Your loss, someone elses gain.
has anyone made fanart of gordon freeman as a trans girl yet
changing your life doesn’t mean you become a different person; it means you change how you live and where you stand.
you improve, grow, and transform, but you never change completely. that’s a good thing.
I want to pick a new name but I'm torn between a few, can the people in the notes please help me decide?? Or at least please like call me them, to help me figure out which one I like? (Im boyflux ftm)
I hope this isn't weird/rude to ask, also this is kinda long sorry, thank you if you post this op :)
(Please don't be offended if I say something rude about your name to anyone reading this, the names I'm gonna talk about are: Lewis, Luca, Luke, Alec, Alex, Niyx and Peter)
Lewis
the one im basically settled on
I really like it
Feels like mine i guess
I feel like transphobic people might call me louis tho :/ or even accepting people might not realise im a guy and think they've misheard and call me louis
I think it would go well with my last name
Luca
Stolen from miraculous ladybugs Luca and the sea monster kid (this is a good thing)
I think I'd rather the name Luke because this is like Luke but not quite and if you're gonna make it like 1/2 Luke why not make it fully Luke
Luke
Stolen from Luke Patterson (jatp) because I headcannon him as ftm
I know a guy named Luke who kinda sucks and who my friends and I kinda don't like
I like this name but is it mine
Alec
I like this name
sounds cool with the "ck" sound at the end
Same thing as the luca thing, why not just go with Alex??
But I kinda like it
Alex
I know a guy named Alex and I'd feel kinda weird stealing his name
Stolen from jatp's Alex
I dont really like the name for me i guess but at the same time i do
Niyx
Such. A. Cool. Name.
It doesn't really feel like mine
Also stolen from a fictional charichter
Peter
Peter Parkers name
Its just kinda. A name.
Doesn't really fit me right
i kinda like it tho
It's a cool name
From the Bible which is kinda cool because I'm a Christian
i love the names peter and lewis, they’re both so cool. i love the nickname lou, too. ultimately it’s up to you, but those are my two cents!
Three separate thoughts from recently:
1: I think it’s morbidly funny that I’m less stressed abt the possibility that I get kicked out of the house and my parents (or I) go No Contact when I come out than I am about how I would go about moving the irreplaceable parts of my stuff ahead of that convo or abt how band at Wagner is gonna work.
I feel like I should feel guilty about that fact, but pretty much all of me just… doesn’t, I just feel a sort of quiet resignation towards it. I don’t feel acceptance towards it, bc I certainly wish it could (and would) end in a heel-turn on their part bc “oh shit, our beliefs have consequences on a personal level now”, but I’ve resigned myself to the almost-certainty that that won’t happen (at least not immediately).
2: Having committed to social transition, I recently passed the point in hair growth by which I usually would’ve gotten it cut. It’s led to a moment of “this is unusual, but I like it…” a few times when looking at myself in the mirror. Funnily enough, bc I didn’t stop the barber from trimming the sides the last time, I’ve gotten multiple comments of “you look like you’ve got Trump’s toupee (neutral)” from my parents.
3: However, as I expected (and feared), the dysphoria that manifested in headspace a few weeks ago has begun to show up out of headspace too: The beard sometimes no longer feels pleasant, and as a result I try to minimize acknowledging it. The mustache, which was a squick even before the first hints of dysphoria, now provokes the same feeling of “don’t like this at all” with stubble as it did with the longer, visible hairs that showed prominently after having been allowed to grow out for a week or more.