#arbitrarystockings

http://otherwindow.tumblr.com/post/172299988230/otherwindow-toloveviceforitself

come to think of it i do tend to avoid any real sharp points at all cost. rofl

@nicoleships

is it Nicole’s hips or ships?

Oh nono, they were just joking around!

Well, I believe an important thing to remember is that everyone’s experiences can be different, and that you should hold someone else’s experience up as how you should define yourself. That can apply with any including our Trans identity discussion. 

Now for me i knew I was different when I was young. About 5 years old, I recall visiting my cousins and during the visit I felt a connection to my one cousin. A connection that I can only really describe as knowing that we were more alike beyond our interest. However, growing up in a religious family the idea of being a girl when everyone thought of you as a boy never accord to me. I remember during this visit to my cousin that she was referred to as a tomboy. And in this moment I thought this was what I was. Now, saying “I’m a tomboy” to a group of adults will garner a heavy response, mainly laughter, but it also main me realize that I couldn’t talk to my family about my transness.

Several reasons. most notable right now would be because I have Psoriasis covering 95% of my body. To understand, 1% is the size of the hand’s palm. To make matters worse I caught Cellulitis, which made my legs swell and now I can’t embody the title of my user name, Arbitrary Stockings. 

BUT!! you really wanna know why I don’t post pictures anon. It all started awhile back when I had a different blog. One day my Dad remarks that his boyfriend saw that I wore Eyeliner on instagram. This didn’t bother me so much until my Dad burst into my room pissed that I was doing tarot card readings and posting them on instagram. I understood he was mad, because he is a christian, but it took me a while to realise that his friend was the one that snitched on me. So I blocked him on instagram. However one day I got an Anon question say that I was cute on my old tumblr profile. When the person asked if i was gay I first wanted to find out first who they were before telling them I’m trans. Here I find out it’s my Dad’s friend on tumblr so I deleted my profile and made this new one to keep myself anonymous. And that was before tumblr made a block feature, which i use a couple times since then cause I simple can’t trust anybody online who would find me attractive. And that’s also why I don’t upload photos, cause that could be proof for him.

The only question left is whether or not you found me again and are trying to disclose some information from me; and if I even care if you know. I’m in so much pain physical for my sickness, and emotionally from closing myself off from every person that sends my a friendly message. YOU took something away from me and that was a sanctuary and piece of mind. I don’t know if YOU know that but remember that if YOU keep trying to find out shit about me for my dad your gonna take away much more then YOU could ever possible imagine.