When I picked out my chosen name I went with something similar to my dead name.
I did this to "make it easier on everyone else."
I advise against this.
It's your life.
It's your name.
Make this change for YOU.
Tomorrow marks the start of pride.
This is your reminder that pride was a riot.
Civil rights, LGBTQIA+ rights, and women's rights are interconnected.
We must stand together.
We are stronger together.
We ALL must stand up for Black Lives
as they have stood up for ours.
The amount of LGBTQIA+ people that have unfollowed me for supporting BLM is quite disturbing. I wish these rainbow stripes would have the black and brown stripe's back. Progress is pointless if we've left anyone behind.
How does HRT work?
First your skin gets softer.
Then your boobs get bigger.
And finally you develop a hardened stare and cold exterior to protect you from bigots in public.
As a white trans woman who sees transphobia where others do not, I must conclude that racism exists right before my eyes and I am completely oblivious to it.
Finding out one of your friends is a racist transphobe that hates women, it's, it's fucking heartbreaking. I'm not ok right now.
Were you just pretending this whole time?
Shitposting is real. It has consequences.
Are you not aware that the fascists will kill you too?
With all the private messages trans women get from men wanting to talk, you'd think there would be an army of them speaking out publicly in support of trans rights.
.
🥂
This one goes out to every ally that's willing to listen and learn, and to anyone that continues to advocate for human rights in the face of adversity.
🏳️🌈💙💗💟💗💙🏳️🌈
#transrightsarehumanrights
#fursuitFriday
#LGBTQ
The story about my step grandfather forcing me to use a chainsaw because I was queer?
Twitter deemed it against TOS.
My life experiences are too raw for the internet.
May 2017 - May 2019
1.5 years HRT to nearly four years.
No significant overall weight gain.
It really did just move around.
The whole 2-3 year growth timeline can shove it. I'm not done yet.
What I'm trying to say is...
I advise against making a decision based on what you think might be easier on friends and family.
If you're like me, you did that with your gender for many years too, and if you're like me...
.... How well did that work out?
Last night I was eating goldfish naked in the kitchen out of a family size carton. Not casually mind you, but violently tipping the box up like a college kid chugging a beer. My neighbor walked into her bedroom and held up her glass of wine as if to cheers me. She too was naked.
Coming out to my parents take three:
No mom, not like RuPaul. No mom, also not at fucking all like Caitlyn fucking Je--NO! this is not because you microwaved tupperware in the 80's!
Everyone is allowed to express their dysphoria. It's healthy to vent. Everyone is allowed to do this. It doesn't matter if you think they are too pretty to be complaining.
Whelp. It sounds like under all the confusion and panic, I finally have support from my parents.
I'm free.
Now I can work on rebuilding our relationship as their daughter.
I remember feeling jealousy toward women that had transitioned. A jealousy so strong it hurt.
but of course, I wasn't trans... I just "wished" I was.
#transEnough
To the lady that repeatedly announced to the train car, "that's a man! That's a man!"
You clocked me. Congrats. No one even cares enough to stop scrolling and look up. Not even me. Bitch.
The whole world is playing with FaceApp to see what they look look like as an old man.
**Stabs self in leg with estrogen**
I already saw that in a nightmare five years ago and it almost killed me.
So, nah, nah, no thanks, I'm good.
THERAPIST: I have lots of experience with trans issues.
ME: I wished I was a girl, so I started researching gender-everything I could-even Blanchard when I was a teen-I have internalized transphobia.
THERAPIST: BlanWha?Intern?Doesyour xdressingturnyouon?Maybe you're gay!?
OK Twitter!
Now is your chance to name me.
This is something I have been struggling with and have vented about before. Don't worry, you can always call me Moki, but I'm not really a goofy Hawaiian Kava Princess in real life.
And so... here we are.
What name do I look like?
Being a closeted trans woman in a rural highschool: fuhk you! I ain't fuhkn gay!
Being a closeted trans woman in college: I'm going to drink until I don't have these feelings.
Being a closeted trans woman in my 20's: I don't need to transition. I can just be high all the time.