i hate having my tits. no i dont want yiu to fucking suck on them. they arent fucking ME. they are not a part of my body despite being attached to it. i hate them. i want them off. i dont want to be in this body any more
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i hate having my tits. no i dont want yiu to fucking suck on them. they arent fucking ME. they are not a part of my body despite being attached to it. i hate them. i want them off. i dont want to be in this body any more
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can't be trusted to know how I look rn so no mirror for me
Completely and entirely sick of jacking off. These are not the right parts down here. What does it matter if it feels good if it's not the right shape, not the right motion? How am I supposed to enjoy it when all the while I'm dreading the wetness, the slick reminder that there's no cock there and there never will be, never a whole one, never with full sensation and function, and I can never hold it in my hand or in her pussy, never fill her, never get her pregnant, never ever? What is the point of orgasm when it's not the right one?
dysphoria is like a fisherman and i am a pathetic little fish in a pond. it will cook me and eat me for dinner
Jaina:
I was walking down the breezeway wearing gym shorts and a T-shirt and a correctional officer told me to tuck in my shirt. I tuck it in, then of course I untuck it a minute later, because I'm tired of these depraved men staring at my ass. A few minutes later (after walking past 10 or more other C.O.'s who ignore my untucked shirt) I pass the same C.O. again, and he again tells me, to tuck in my shirt.
I don't usually name drop in these, but I feel like I should stop cutting people so much slack for their absurdity.
So, my question for Osgood is: What part of me do you want to see which is hidden by my untucked shirt? Because the REASON I have it untucked is to obscure my ass and my crotch.
Ridiculously, I'm having to ask medical for a Health Status Report, just to get like TWO officers (Osgood and Richardson) to quit harassing me. The rest of the staff here just leave me alone about my shirt, because THEY KNOW why I have it untucked, and they respect that.
My direct plea to Osgood and Richardson is: If your concern is that I might have something hidden in my waistband, just pull me over and search me. I've never refused a search. I've never given any officer any flak for searching me, I've signed paperwork saying it's fine if a male officer searches me, I understand the need for searches both random and on suspicion, it's all good man, do your searches. If you're not going to search me, please just let me cover myself the way I want to cover myself, I have enough problems with the shape of my body without you calling attention to it.
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For whatever my bisexual little heart is particularly horny for men today, not a bad problem to have except then I'm washing something out of my eye and I look in the mirror without my glasses on and boom, who the fuck is this absolute smoke show, his jaw, his brow, his damn eyes, a fine example of a hot guy.
I hate this, I hate how attractive I was before I transitioned and how none of that has transferred to make me an attractive woman.
Sometimes I kinda wish I could just go back to being a hot guy with a drinking problem and a lot of repressed stuff.
It's not even that I don't like living an authentic life, it's just that I'm constantly reminded that I'm no good at it, that society doesn't value me the same way anymore because I stopped doing what I was good at, what people wanted.
Don't even get me started on my voice, I have a voice most men would *kill* for. It's so deep and rich and reverberating. If I had a dollar for every time something told me I should be on the radio, or I should start a podcast or be a voice actor or do ASMR or just that I have a nice voice or a sexy voice? I would have enough money to pay for FFS and fix my face.
Vent over. But if you comment some stupid shit like "why are you complaining about being hot" I will find you, I will find you while you are sleeping and then I will unmake you, I will unravel your DNA and knit you back together as a festive Christmas Jumper, Try me.
I hate that radqueers took the term atypical dysphoria. Atypical dysphoria is a real thing but it isn't, and never will be, a valid excuse for harmful transIDs... I get heavy Atypical dysphoria, but guess what, I'M NOT GONNA BE A BIGOTED ASSHOLE!!! It's so easy to just not be a dipshit because of a thing you can literally cope with or simply SIT THROUGH!!! There are better ways to cope with atypical dysphoria than to harm others.