#transblog

That it was okay to feel different.

That nothing was wrong with him.

That his mom couldn't care less if he was her only daughter or third son.

That nobody important to him would find him strange or odd.

That he shouldn't waste another 12 years being miserable instead of being happy, when life is already too short.

That he is still worthy of love and people will still want to be his partner even if he is a transman.

Let Me Start Over

So basically this month was an eye opening one. I not only got drunk every weekend but last Saturday my drunk self decided that smoking weed would be a good idea. I gained 5 kg and I didn’t do anything of the paper work I’m supposed to do. At first I was really mad with myself but then it hit me, how sad I must be? Damn, really fucking sad to the point where I thought smoking weed would be a…

***Trigger Warning: Menstrual Cycle***

So up until Sunday I was two weeks late for my "monthly visitor" or "that time of the month". My period... My period was late... Now, for some stuuupid reason I assumed my body had finally caught up with my brain and thought oh yeah I'm supposed to be male so I shouldn't bleed every god damn month! if only it were that simple. So when "shark week" did inevitably arrive it hit me like a tone of bricks, like, it normally does but this time someone threw in an extra ten or so bricks. I'm not saying periods are all happy and rosey for women but I'm male... My body shouldn't be bleeding every month like not only am I sat here in my bed at exactly *looks at time* 2:21am(!) with unbearable lower back pain and stomach cramps I also want to rip out/off any "female" part of my body. It makes being transgender 10 times more mentally draining than it already is like HELLO I don't have any use for this body part so if my “brovaries” could stop reminding me they're there and please leave this instant I would highly appreciate it!