I'm tipsy. I wish it would last. So I could float forever and not feel the sharp, sharp hurt that my sober trans life is currently ( Read more... )

Sam and I were in bed yesterday after a long evening of dinner, sweets and tea at his aunt's place. I'd been playing a top 10 list of Thirty Seconds To Mars songs before bed and rattling off about my love for their music and videos, and how I really should get to watching all of them ( Read more... )

A week and a half later the dysphoria has calmed, though it's still hanging around like a dead weight I just can't seem to shake.

Still resolutely in the transmasculine realm though. I don't really know what to do with myself anymore.

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The label "queer" feels to me like an ill-fitting sock that I'm trying to squeeze over my head. It's ironic really, because I spent years feeling an unexplained affinity for the LGBT community. I wanted to be one of them, felt like I should be one of them, but I was "straight". And an ally. And a good ally doesn't speak over those they're ( Read more... )

One of your closer friends tries to explain LGBTQ+ categories to you and how "queer" covers multiple identities including non-binary.

And you're non-binary. But they don't know that.

You've been a straight, cis ally for years, always feeling an inexplicable pull, a strong affinity, but also being absolutely wary about taking up space not meant for you.

And then you realise you're technically trans.

Though to my credit, non-binary genders were so obscure 3+ years ago that it took a brainwave and Google for me to discover their

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