Happy Pride Month
Art for me and Zasche,(he's my pet yes), for both of us having a fetish for cooking pans, especially when oiled up.
Happy Pride Month, especially to my trans friend, Zaccharias. A brave, brave man whom I admire. Someone who stands by his point no matter what, literally fighting off shitty pridephobic men in their late 30's in the facebook comment section. Even in fucking messenger dms, he won't be scared. You'll find notifications in your screen of long ass paragraphs that will prove how much of a stupid small brained minipenis-haver you are.
I cannot put it all in words about how much I suffer with gender dysphoria, especially living in a country full of conservaties. Moments of freezing to think hard when getting asked about gender in applications, that feeling of uneasiness when I think about having a relationship with the opposite sex because it is said to be the nature of biology that we are all obligated to follow, the fantasy of being seen as an individual and not defined by your genitals.
It does not matter even if I finally have the guts to transition. In the end—I would still have this between my legs, the only difference that will do is that I will get treated worse. Most definitely, I am not a brave individual like Zach.
Dear people of LGBTQ+ community, may hope and happiness be within you. It does not matter if they think we are going to hell. If we really are—it will only prove our strong, unconditional love towards another, and mostly ourselves.
We all deserve sunshine.
