i spent today in the ER (I’m okay! Just being very cautious about a suspect EKG) and god it was exhausting being repeatedly asked for my pronouns, and misgendered anyway.
My primary care doctor who literally only sees trans patients called me “himself” in clinical notes today.
Fuck.
i spent today in the ER (I’m okay! Just being very cautious about a suspect EKG) and god it was exhausting being repeatedly asked for my pronouns, and misgendered anyway.
My primary care doctor who literally only sees trans patients called me “himself” in clinical notes today.
Fuck.
it’s honestly remarkable how i’ve managed to never have a single person in my life who can just accept me for who i am and i’m always having to minimize or hide parts of myself in order to be acceptable
it’s honestly remarkable how i’ve managed to never have a single person in my life who can just accept me for who i am and i’m always having to minimize or hide parts of myself in order to be acceptable
“doing well” and “taking care of yourself” are too much work i would like to lay in bed and be stoned and depressed and rot thank you
“doing well” and “taking care of yourself” are too much work i would like to lay in bed and be stoned and depressed and rot thank you
i cried more today than i have in so many years. i am physically exhausted and dehydrated from sobbing.
i cried more today than i have in so many years. i am physically exhausted and dehydrated from sobbing.
getting grindr ads for my bottom surgeon is always a weird experience 🤭
getting grindr ads for my bottom surgeon is always a weird experience 🤭
whoever in my brain has decided we’re having nightmares about losing HRT needs to fucking stop 🫠
whoever in my brain has decided we’re having nightmares about losing HRT needs to fucking stop 🫠
i may mentally be doing the worst i have in a long time, but i wake up every day in a body that i am so happy with and that has to count for something
i may mentally be doing the worst i have in a long time, but i wake up every day in a body that i am so happy with and that has to count for something
knowing i fucked up a relationship is the worst — nothing more i can to do repair that damage and trauma.
it’s been years and still i lay in bed thinking about how we’d be together, if not for my mistakes. how much i miss them still.
how i wasn’t ready then but i am now, when it’s too late.
knowing i fucked up a relationship is the worst — nothing more i can to do repair that damage and trauma.
it’s been years and still i lay in bed thinking about how we’d be together, if not for my mistakes. how much i miss them still.
how i wasn’t ready then but i am now, when it’s too late.
coping with everything by exploring increasingly severe kinks
coping with everything by exploring increasingly severe kinks
spreading the word about gender nullification surgery by letting anyone eat me out
spreading the word about gender nullification surgery by letting anyone eat me out