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I really fucking love this little corner of the internet and I’m thankful for all of you
Can I get an uwu?
I said CAN I GET AN uwu??
Yeeeaaah things fucking suck again, but at least I am writing again. Nothing good though 😬
Shaved my chest and belly today, the latter not particularly well but it makes the whole area look a lot more feminine. I think if the average person was presented with just my torso they’d think it was a woman’s. Largely cause of the boobs
I’ve been getting into more and more different kinds of music, but, i keep coming back to stomach book and femtanyl (wow so original i know). Yeah, their content is about being trans and all that relate to it, but something in those 2 artists click to me more than, say, patricia taxxon.
I think i just dont like music that is soft and warmer. Being trans is about survival and endurance and strength against the world thats wants us shot and tortured and exterminated. Its about loving ones self and learning to accept that one’s their desired gender despite what dysphoria says.
And the cutesy warm and fuzzy tunes some artists have put me off because being trans, to me, is not warm and fuzzy. Its loud, staticy and barely intelligible. The somber tunes, to me, feel demeaning.
Just an opinion. Probably influenced by recent events back in turkey and liberating myself from my abusive partner
Let my daily chess game with my friend time out because I really do not have the energy or anything to worry about it. He instantly sent me another game request. That felt kinda nice that he cares and wants to play with me. Its been a pretty shit weekend otherwise.
Amazing how my whole week can be summarized as “nothing ever happens”, but with a whole lotta gut wrenching pain in between.
horny
Finally made butt things work for me 😅 I’ve always been scared because it felt unsanitary to me. That also kept me from being able to relax and enjoy it. Still struggling to relax, but I definitely enjoyed it today 😳
every time a bell rings, a trans girl gets on E
mild nsfw
I freaking love women 😤
trans woes, mostly dysphoria, alcohol and t4t relationship troubles
I feel ashamed of being trans. Being maternal and motherly. Being there for my community when they need me. And its because of my partner. No, they aren’t cis, they’re enby actually… but they only transitioned socially which makes them feel “less trans”.
Yesterday (its 9am my time) i went to a distant part of my city to grab t-blockers from a transgirl that came from another country. We hung out together for 8 or so hours. I felt my heart sink when i watched the train they were in slowly take off the station… then i went to meet up with another transgirl alongside my partner. I met both these transgirls for the first time, we talked online for a while but… this was the first time i actually saw them face to face. I gave this other transgirl -the one i met up with my partner- half of the t-blockers i had.
This morning she told me she’s starting her HRT. She even posted the date in our dms. Sweet girl…
But… last night… my partner began chastising me for loving transgirls - as if i don’t love enbies. They made me feel ashamed of being trans altogether and in particular transfemme. I already have trouble accepting and loving myself… i can barely do those things while still struggling to exist every day. I’ve taken up drinking this past week, but, i stopped at the request of my partner. I feel ashamed of myself for being maternal, for fostering trans kids online and taking care of another one irl now. I feel ashamed of myself for being a bad partner, because they talk to me like i don’t do anything to support them, like i don’t love and appreciate them.
I’m hurt. Deeply hurt by everything going on in my life. I’m overworked and paid minimum wage during a staff shortage. HRT might be banned any day across the nation. In autumn i start university, which i had my application frozen due to some shenanigans around a language proficiency test. I got kicked out of one of my major support groups due to something that isn’t even in my control, thankfully some of the people there care enough that they still want to be here for me. The last time i asked my partner for emotional support i recieved a 4 minute audio file chastising me for not being appreciative of their love and support alongside a wall of text elaborating on that audio. Everything happened over the course of the last 3 weeks too. Too little time for too much.
It’s 9AM right now and i have work in 4 hours. The half-empty vodka bottle calls to me
I was listening back to a recording of myself and my god I sound gay when I get excited about something. It gives me a little euphoria even though I sound like a guy
Cannot believe that I am fucking toasted at the gay bar with their weak drinks.
My gf and other friends are with me, so I am good. But I definitely regret drinking this much after skipping dinner.
Anyways, Sunday open stage drag night is fun.
i wish my fingers were more thin and slender so I could more easily stick bugles on the tips of them. my fingers are currently too stout and wide for most bugles
