Whats Cool About Being Trans Is My Parents Are Totally Right. I Did Kill Their Beautiful Son. Im The

Go girly girl grill gorl!!

noelle….My Child……

Woe, gender euphoria be upon ye!

*I am engulfed in rainbow light and emerge looking like this*

detransition isn't a mark of failure, it's one that shows you were willing to take a huge step to figure out who you are, and you came out the other side learning something from your experience. it's more important to find that out than to spend the rest of your life wondering, and not knowing

First name (Theodosia): Closest is “Fictional character”: Found the name bc of Hamilton; My love for Hamilton cooled, but my love for the name didn’t.

Middle name (Katherine): What my parents would’ve named me

Would love to hear more details in tags <3

happy pride month to lgbt people who are really boring. we deserve love too

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.

I love pre-op and no-op trans people and their bodies, and I wish we could accept and appreciate all types of trans bodies regardless of how they look. Pre-op and no-op trans bodies deserve to be seen. They aren't a curse, they aren't taboo, they aren't a secret. To be in the presence of such a person is the will of the divine

uh anyway

GOD I wish someone had told me I was trans so much earlier. Like. I actually take care of myself now. It's amazing. This isn't even sarcastic at all like I have just never had the energy or motivation to fucking take care of myself. But ever since I realized I was trans and figured out who I wanted to be, I've got that motivation now. I can actually get myself to put more than the absolute barebones minimum into caring for my body. It's actually incredible.