Great, quick article. Check it out!
Recently, a well-meaning friend of mine disclosed my trans status to a friend of his, someone I hadn’t known previously. I don’t know that I ever would have found out that he had done so if his friend hadn’t slipped up and referred to me as “she” in front of a group of people.
you know that feeling when you look at someone else’s body. in this case a biological male’s perfect body. you notice the shape, the way his nipples have no scars around them, his broad stature, shapely arms, perfect V, etc.. and then you compare it to yourself.
This is when I become suicidal.
This is when I hate myself the most.
Being trans is not a game, it is not a joke, it is not something to be proud of.
It’s a curse. One I wish I never had to deal with.
I will never look like him.
And it kills me inside.
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hi, i'm Anderson. i'm a ftm from chicago and have been on HRT for about a year now and am almost 7 months post-op. i created this second tumblr to connect more with my fellow ftm's and to share my journey. :)
what kind of shit is this? i’d like to see someone try to explain to me how transgender is a sexual orientation. try!
Saying “I really respect your decision to be trans” and not realizing the contradiction in your own statement…doesn’t work.
it’s a feeling only few will ever experience,
something most people take for granted.
the way your heart sinks as you stare,
at the reflection you don’t recognize.
the body and the mind don’t connect,
the wiring is off.
and one can only fix it so much.
marring one’s body with scar after scar.
to live with the thought of never being happy,
never having everything you should have had,
is a very odd feeling.
one i wish i never had to feel.
i live outside of our gendered society,
with a unique perspective on it all.
and every day i wake up,
every day,
is a struggle to try to win the war against myself.
to learn to accept the cards i’ve been dealt.
