Awoo? >;3c

before you have sex with me i squat and start straining really hard and you think im taking a shit but you see my boner inflating like a balloon

i love the sheer variety i see when i meet trans men, trans boys, transmasc butches, ftms and the transmasculine community. no two transmasculine people you meet are the same. you'll meet tough boys, soft men, guys who love makeup, people who dress like they're from a specific period in the past, proud butches, dudes who dress like freaks, dapper gentlemen, lesboys and lesbian men, goofy boydykes, silly bros and your best friend. the transmasculine community is rich in diversity and every person you meet has a lot to teach you about what masculinity and manhood mean

i am perhaps a bit stressed that my comms and adopts have been at a total standstill for a long time but i know everyone else is dealing with this too

you ever get tired of living but in a non-suicidal way

like everything is bad everywhere and no one has money and im tired of this cycle

i tried to explain how i was feeling like this to my drug counselor and she was like "yeah that still sounds kinda suicidal" and i could not figure out how to explain that i don't wanna die, i just like. am so so so tired of the way life is for me and all my friends and family. i'm tired of living like this but i'm gonna keep doing it bc i guess there's no other choice

I don't wanna die, I wanna go lay on a warm field under the sun and watch the clouds go by. How is this hard to understand?

I just want to spend a few days in the dim twilight between sleep and waking, but specifically the dim twilight of a Saturday morning in April.

Burnout. The word is burnout, but not because of an unusual state of overwork or an overly demanding position, but because the bare minimum being demanded is beyond capacity.

How is it that Tumblr consistently puts the posts that talk about what I am feeling at the top of my feed every. single. time?

oh, tumblr, we're really in it now

Folks have got to understand that they probably aren't messed up by some Secret Big Trauma that they just can't remember; but rather by a million tiny microtraumas that they do mostly remember but don't even register as traumatic because nobody actually understood that these things would cause trauma, much less stack on each other over the years.

Whether you're carrying one big rock or a big ol' bucket of sand, it's going to weigh on you just as much.