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ur twenties are weird. i have the priorities of a kindergartener again. i don’t know what in the hell is going on EVER. i like colors. i like soup. i want to take a nap

tmi actually stands for tumblring my information

hey guysss so unfortunately the rumors are true and im leaving the narrative. Buttt the good news is my absence will create such a gaping hole in your lives that it will become a sort of presence itself, and so in a way it will kind of be like i never left! But i am. Leaving just to be clear.

every time someone calls a cis man an egg because he decides to deviate even slightly from traditional masculine gender norms, an angel loses its wings

Let's make it even simpler. Calling someone who self-identifies as a man a woman is misgendering them. It doesn't matter how many trans women you know, it doesn't matter if you're a trans woman yourself, in the moment you are misgendering someone, and that's cruel. Full stop. Respect people's self-identification.

Gender-associated set dressing (makeup, clothes, floral/MAN scents, any of it) should be available for everyone who wants to play with them, but not required of any one subset of humanity.

I am in a near-constant state of begging men to get more feminine and y'all are blowing it for me. You're blowing it for all of us.

You will get farther in one week paying close, nonjudgmental attention to the unmet needs underlying your "bad" behavior than you will in a year of punishing yourself and demanding you become a different person. I'm right shut up.

you will not feel stuck forever. you’re actually slowly but steadily moving forward in ways you don’t always notice.

Actually, no, I don't think that friendships dropping like flies in your late 20s and early 30s because no one has time for that between overwork and family obligations and marriage and kids and partners and the ritual of the time slayer is normal and ok. No I don't think deep conversations and spontaneous adventures being replaced with a tired coffee every six months is a normal part of growing up. I don't think that emotional intimacy and soul bonds disintegrating in the face of practical inconvenience is a fact of life. I think that means something is deeply deeply wrong with our society and I will never forgive it for the friends I've lost