pol, neg
It's not the pessimism that gets me down. It's the optimism; the belief – almost knowledge – that if enough of us got together and cried "No!" in unison, we could change the world. The heady high of giving a radical and rabble-rousing speech to rapturous applause, followed by the crushing low that comes when it's revealed just how few of those people realise that a principle is for life, not just for conference.
My dad is much more pessimistic than I am, and he's much happier for it.
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
Trans girl, queer, musician, anarchisty, 30s. A writer of fiction and poetry and a researcher of things.