walmart-james-hetfield

being trans & gender nonconforming is so hard. to Me my long nails are gender in a nosferatu way. to Me my long hair is gender in a metal dude way. to Me my height is gender in a columbo way. to the walmart cashier? to my coworkers, to aunt joan? to some guy at the store? i am some unkempt lady

& thats another thing about those mean-ass Trender Caricatures is like, yeah some trans people dont want to pass or are unable to pass or are closeted etc for various reasons & weve been through all those points time and time again but also like, something that looks traditionally gendered to you might have a different meaning to someone else. maybe you cant see it from where youre standing but that doesnt make it less important to them

everyday i wake up and i go “god i’m so tired. i can’t do this anymore.” and then i get up and i continue to do it

Trauma tetris! Line up the traumas into a row to blow them up!

i simply need everyone to understand that i am tired all of the time. literally at all moments. if i ever go somewhere and do something, it is not because i am somehow full of energy, but instead that i have carefully stored up all of my little bits of energy like a dragon collecting jewels, and am now vaporizing them all at once

when someone says "why would you want a physical copy of that? you can just stream it" i physically recoil. a feeling of dread comes over me like an evil spirit just passed through my body

"don't mass reblog/like :/" coward. fool. somebody just went through and liked and reblogged 64 things from my blog in the span of half an hour at most. and i've never felt more alive in my life

nooo tbe cigarete got gender dyspjoria :(((((((