Thigh highs and skirt-go-spinny aesthetic <3

I really think these MAGAt types are feeding off Boomer-era Cold War trauma, milking geriatric delusions for all they’re worth. Think about it, how many Americans under 50 are daily concerned about communism? For most of our lives it has been a complete joke, there has been literally no reason to think communism was going to supplant capitalism in America, in any way. It’s always like “oh communism, yeah sure I’d love to live in Cuba, China, or North Korea heh”.

I think a more valuable and relevant lesson would be the history and dangers of authoritarianism, anti-democratic politics and gestures, but maybe that hits a little too close to home for the MAGAts?

IMO, as depressing as the thought is, we are rapidly transitioning/declining to a post-Constitution America. It makes sense, because conservatives have never really embraced the notion of a secular document as the law of the land, which can be used to shield individuals and minorities from their abusive moralistic patriarchal regimes. Now they have a chance, many chances in fact, to “right the wrongs” they suffered as a matter of enlightened compromise made in good faith. And we are seeing it everywhere.

I’m moving in with a trans roommate soon, and I’m going to follow her lead. Basically make lots of connections in the local queer and kink communities, where people tend to be more open-minded. Put yourself out there, attend events, engage, take chances, be a part of the community.

Reconsider your options and desires, experiment. I am close to starting my first polycule. Five years ago, I wouldn’t have believed that. Really exciting time.

I will have sex with cis people, but I suspect my heart can only truly belong to other trans people <3

Do you want the total war?

Do you want it, if necessary, more total and radical than anything that we can yet today even conceive?

-Bibi Goebels, basically

Oh yeah haha. More than one moment.

Why did I hate shopping for clothes? So much that I only did so 2-3 times over a decade.

Why did getting dressed feel so wrong? Why couldn’t I ever picture myself with a clothing style?

Never wanted to talk? Never wanted to be seen? Never wanted to dance? Never wanted to be touched?

And then I realized I was trans, literally all that stuff changed. I’m sure there is so much more too. It’s pretty wild how little I lived before, and pretty exciting how much I can live now!

Well the Christofascist Speaker admitted that perpetuating chaos and linking it to Biden is their best shot in November. So everything is going according to plan. Democrats can say they tried, Republicans can blame the fallout on Biden, and the rest of us non-politicians lose as usual. We have reached an “interesting time” where being elected is more important than governing.

Filthy darling

Wtf. I came here to make this same comment.

Thought I’d be super clever haha. Take my upvote instead

That is what my therapist says. It’s true, and it’s rational way of looking at things.

But damn. When I think about living alone, and I see and hear so many people who live with their s/o or roommates, I don’t care in how many other ways their life may be a dumpster fire. Some needs are just basic and common to practically everyone (even if they don’t realize that). Just one example - my life has many… deficiencies.

I’m working on it. Tomorrow I meet a local trans woman who I might move in with as a roommate <3

Yeaaah, people will say “takes months” as a conservative estimate. I was super sore at 3 weeks lol and it really never stopped (the line between sore and tender is admittedly blurry).

Some things come and go. Especially those of a sexual nature. I’ve had 6 mo periods where for whatever reason, my genitals just did not function like normal at all. Then it all returns. Weird.

Indeed scent, texture, moisture, sensitivity and even coloration down there have completely changed for me. I started HRT at 37, so I had plenty of time to discover what my body was like before. And it’s very different now. I would say much closer to my AFAB partner whose body I have also had much time to explore.

Wooow I never made that connection!!

Indeed I have been frustrated for years over my sudden propensity for dropping things. I think there has also been a change in coordination/spatial awareness for me.

I wonder if this also factors into the increased difficulty of opening lids? No matter how much force I apply, I can’t move them without adding a grippy texture.

Honestly I think that’s a large portion of it.

They know if they treat us with respect, just let us exist, we’ll do so much better. And it’s our own choices and decisions that lead to that happiness. We face an obstacle and despite odds can overcome it.

But we’re dealing with some thoroughly miserable, sociopathic individuals IMO, who can’t feel good until they know someone else hurts. They need targets, scapegoats – and here we are overcoming centuries of stigma. They see our gains as their losses, when in reality we can all do better.

The more I think about it, this is the only explanation that makes sense for the irrational fear and hate toward trans people.

My partner has to take Xanax before anything involving a needle, and also lie down instead of sitting. Otherwise they pass out. Don’t expect to go your entire life without getting poked. It’s going to happen, so you should find some way of managing that (not easy, I know :/)

Well I haven’t transitioned yet, past-tense, but I started at age 36-37, which I consider “later.” Today is my third anniversary of beginning estrogen! <3

My egg cracking process really spanned a decade as my identity evolved into who I am now. One of my earliest experiences was modeling an online avatar of myself, with some of my physical characteristics (tall, thin, blonde) but using a feminine body as the base. It really helped me think about myself and my future in a new way.

I’m much more confident at this age than I ever was in my teens or twenties. Simply put, I could never have transitioned any sooner than I did. The confidence really helps lift me above the dysphoria, doubts, and fears of discrimination.

The worst part of course was having to experience puberty and it’s slow fallout, now being mostly irreversible changes. And part of me mourns the years I will never have as a young girl, teenager, etc. I’m making peace with that, and exploring a pseudo-girlhood of sorts.

It’s sometimes difficult balancing the responsibilites and expectations of adulthood with the need to explore, learn, and develop into my true gender, which might seem more fitting in childhood.

Thankfully I’m not under anybody’s thumb now, and I’m building a support network around me. I only connect with people who respect me and my identity. No time for the haters.

My mom taught me to always wash dishes by hand. She hated dishwashers, because they would leave spots, and that wasn’t acceptable. For the longest tine, every dish I washed had to pass her inspection. If they looked anything less than perfect, she would point it out and/or rewash then herself. Eventually she trusted me enough to not double-check, and honestly my eyesight was better anyway.

I have to this day never used a dishwasher.

My major accomplishment for the day: upvoting each “:3” comment. Now I can rest.

I’m in this picture and I hate it.

Even if this bed is super comfy :3

Oh wow, no I don’t get a confidence boost from depression, really it’s the opposite. I start to eat away at myself, criticizing where I am, what I’m doing, who I am, etc. It’s a bad cycle.

All the nihilism with none of the perks I guess lol

I think one of the big things for me is that for a long time I’ve always wanted to feel in control.

This part resonates the most with me. I absolutely “need” to be in control. That’s part of why I always avoided drugs, even alcohol. Why I spend so much time thinking before acting. Maybe part of why I avoid people. Meeting my partner introduced a lot of spontaneity in my life, after all they are a major influence that I can’t control. I started to relax my expectations, I’m not quite carefree or “along for the ride” just yet, but more flexible than I was.