#misgendering.

so I'm teaching my friend to box, and I brought in hand wraps and wrist weights for her to try today, and some bitch ass boy in my class went "Y'all actually use weights?! I just though girls did yoga"

*somebody not important misgenders me* i grit my teeth n Hate all the things (and myself) but keep moving n living my life bc it’s an everyday occurrence and i shouldn't have to deal with it but i can’t afford not to

the soft "she," swallowed with familiar ease slinks down like syrup, slick and sickly-sweet. meanwhile he's comfortable, kind; intended to be safe then the word slips lips, r-begun and weighted I'm autistic, I crave to yell: I am who you're putting down. Shelby is a car, or a town no longer a name excepting how in my younger days I knew no better (but present can have past tense in action, quit mourning the 'loss' you've created). minor barbs, the lot, but splinters can under skin fester and at times I feel fester-full like something that needs to be bled, must be rid of the pollution and infection built from small wounds.

please,