Happy pride month here's some transmasc art with massive chainsaw top surgery scars to remind you that you're a gross fucking freak who's gonna be marked as such forever but in a ✨️validating✨️ way

What's funny is that the more I get outed behind my back and/or against my will the deeper stealth and into the closet I regress. I'm glad I'm moving soon too many people I know now cannot be normal towards me. I'm not gonna tell anyone shit where I'm going tbh which is sad but I'm fucking sick of it.

when I was like 8 i I hand sewed a garment (I don't know if it was supposed to be a shirt or dress or what) that was not exactly well constructed and I wore it around town unsupervised because I was proud I made something and when the adults in my life found out they were horrified because it looked so "bad" and I was "embarrassing them" (small town) so they sent me to my aunts to make a "better" looking one but of course I was not skilled enough to make it look "good" so she did all the work and I just stood there. Anyway I haven't picked up sewing since and to this day I'm still fighting against the "sewing is just above me, I can't make anything good" default is my mind. Of course I'm a grown adult so I'm gonna do it anyway but damn perfect really is the enemy of good.