I am that very transsexual

BTVS was soooooo crazy because joss whedon was like "I'm going to write an incel revenge fantasy where I turn the leather wearing bad boy I was jealous of in high school into a loser cuck! I'm going to literally paralyze him from the waist down so his dick doesn't work and then make him watch his girlfriend make out with a guy taller than him and call that guy daddy in front of him! I'm going to write a million scenes of him getting beat up by girls and even show him having to be rescued by a girl in a princess carry and another scene where he gets tortured by a girl and have mad scientists metaphorically castrate him on a lab table and I'll write a weirdly homoerotic scene in which the boyfriend of the woman he's in love with breaks into his home and shoves him against a wall and impales him with a plastic phallic object" and james marsters was like "sounds hot I can't wait to play this character I'm going to make him look slutty and turned on the entire time" and five million teen girls gays and theys in the viewing audience had the weirdest possible sexual awakening

I really do think people should be significantly more ashamed of the way they talk about trans womens bodies

It's crazy because people will act like they are so nervous to speak out of line to us and then will say things you would never in a million years say to someone else

I love living in 2026 because I go to Home Depot and buy a 5-gallon bucket for $4. I say I do not want an email receipt. They know my email anyway because I once ordered a mop online. They email me to ask how I like my 5-gallon bucket. I do not reply. They email me again. They would like my feedback. Reminder ‼️I have purchases to review. Did my 5 gallon bucket live up to my expectations? 3 minute survey!!

recurring dead wife flashback where it becomes increasingly apparent that the person remembering her has dishonestly claimed a romantic dynamic to their relationship that never actually existed and erased any conflict that ever existed between them now that she's no longer able to say no to them

dead wife flashback where each time we see her she looks more confused and upset by how she's remembered, then desperate and furious, until she's hammering on the glass screaming to be let out

this isn't how it happened. you know this isn't how it happened. but you still keep coming back, keep disturbing my grave so you can play out your fantasies. voyeurs crowding around my autopsy, straining for the best view; pawing through my entrails like grubby butchers trying to find some golden meaning in blood and shit because you can't bear to face the cold light of truth. you just can't bear the thought of never having really known me at all.

I’m beginning to wonder if people laughed but I just couldn’t hear them