Tag Archives: trans
Huh, Would You Look At That
Cause it’s free and I see that it’s me who’s lost and never found… Went out to dinner with an old friend I hadn’t seen in a few years. Good dinner, too. Nothing fancy, went to a neighborhood style chain … Continue reading
What Does It Mean To Be A Woman?
Running down a dream that never would come to me, working on a mystery – going wherever it leads… So, a recurring theme that has come up in my few therapy sessions is “what does it mean to be a … Continue reading
One Day, I Will Say “This is Before…”
Hello, I’ve waited here for you, everlong. Yeah, I’ve been gone awhile there, sorry. Had all kinds of stuff to work out in life, but its down to somewhat normal. Therapy is going good, and my toe in the water … Continue reading
Do The Evolution
Cause it’s gonna be the future soon, and I won’t always be this way, when the things that make me weak and strange get engineered away… I haven’t been around much. I’ve been having major life issues and its really … Continue reading
Taking the Bad With The Good
Who are you… I know I should write even when I’m feeling terrible. Probably especially when I’m feeling terrible. But I’m only now coming up with proper motivation, and only barely at that. I’ve just had a simply awful past … Continue reading
Is That A Hairband In Your Hair Or Are You Just Happy To See Me?
Hey vanity, this vile’s empty; so are you… Not too much to say really. However, I’ve discovered an unexpected love. The hairband. No, seriously you guys, I’m in love. My hair is at just the right (read: annoying) length that … Continue reading
Man, I Feel Like a Woman (Or: The Oddities of Validation Via Crossdreaming)
I wake up in the night, all alone, and it’s alright. The chemicals are wearing off since you’ve gone… I’m really not proud of that title. Just wanted to put that right out there. But I also didn’t want to … Continue reading
Like A Ton Of Bricks (Caution: Possible Trigger)
To die unsung would really bring you down, although wet eyes would never suit you… I had a major dysphoria attack earlier today. I think I mentioned earlier that as for as dysphoria goes, I have it relatively good. And … Continue reading
Screw Pink, I Like Blue Better…But I Love Black
It’s the terror of knowing what this world is about; watching some good friends scream “let me out!” Tomorrow gets me higher, pressure on people – people on streets… I’m not “girly.” I’ll now pause for a very collective “deeeeeeeeeeeeer” … Continue reading
The Perils of Public Transportation
Can I be the space for this, will I be the space for this; Breathe in, breathe out, must I bend the sky to realize? Beyond having a mass transit system that goes to shitty pieces with even the slightest bit … Continue reading
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