The F.N.G.

“I used to transport coke between Miami and Cuba back in the 80’s. Those were the happiest days of my life. I used to get $6,000 a kilo. I went through millions. But I had to stop because my heart couldn’t take the stress. I was constantly watching my back, and all my friends ended up getting busted or killed. One time we were switching boats about 50 miles off the coast, and a helicopter flew by. I almost had a heart attack. Now I just do hair and makeup for girls at the strip club.”

transness and gender variance aren’t pissing contests to see who’s most dysphoric or best fits the image of cisnormative ideas of trans people, don’t be afraid to explore your gender just because someone is wrongfully acting like a gatekeeper to the community

vile jules

aspiring toilet portrait artist