There is Zero Hope.
Transition if you want. Itâs going to feel great. Youâre going to know yourself. Youâll experience emotional and mental growth like youâve never experienced. You will finally see yourself.
Too bad no one else ever will again.
Youâll be stuck in a forever limbo. Nobody will give a fuck about you, and that will be the norm. You were lonely before? Now youâre twice as lonely. Now your identity challenges other peopleâs in ways which threatens deeply personal aspects of themselves. Even if all you wanted was relief from dysphoria. Now YOUâRE the one giving THEM dysphoria.
So they reconstruct you in their head. They will never leave you or be direct with you. They just download you like an AI downloads every picture youâve ever taken, every caption youâve ever written, every note youâve ever made, and they recreate you as someone they can actually love. A version of you that doesnât challenge or cause them to question themselves. People are not cruel, they are just radically indifferent to people they canât understand. When faced with doubt, they will respond as if threatened. And, in a desperate attempt to stave it off, they will sometimes sacrifice you.
You will most likely never live to see vindication.
You will be forever behind glass. A doll but not one of âthe dollsâ, just a piece of untouchable, unlovable property that got donated to the gender backrooms because it was too much uncomfortable work to consider your perspective.
Youâll have friends only bc of your own human need for companionship. Love will feel the way a La Croix tastes. Watered down so as to be almost undetectable in the static. You will feel that stabbing feeling again and again. It will never go away. You will get your hopes up, and then you will be let down. You will search for your place in the world the way an extinct animal searches for a mate it will never find. There is no place in the world for you.
In fact, thatâs the entire point.
