Wanna post for #FineFemmeFriday but worried I may be too coarse
sexuality, gun violence metaphor
growing up trans is kind of like running an obstacle course while a dozen people shoot at you
and as the bullet wounds heal the scars turn into kinks
and one day someone you care for might find those scars beautiful, but it's hard to learn to love them when you see them in the mirror
setting up an alternate toothbrush at @lambdagrrl@girlcock.club
not moving, just... diversifying; seeing what the grass is like on the other side
sex facts
boost if you would fuck your own clone, fav if you would kiss them on the mouth, ignore if you fear clones
mental, neg
i feel like my whole life i am just stuck on input, and nothing i do will ever impact another person's life as much as the things they do impact mine
like, a massless particle in a gravitational field, bound to follow the whims of other entities but never able to have any influence
i feel like a ghost
depression i guess
god damn i wish i was cis and straight and neurotypical and probably a bunch of other normative shit so i could relate to like 90% of people instead of 0.001% of them
Trans girl, queer, musician, anarchisty, 30s. A writer of fiction and poetry and a researcher of things.