I'm a femme-ish TG/Genderqueer person. Call me "they" if you use a pronoun. Otherwise...I might just lurk. I need to figure myself out more.
I'm also old. With kids. Scroll down to see more.
The above article is an update. Her mother went to appeal to keep her out of the psychiatric ward and lost. She will be institutionalized because of her expression of her gender. She will be held until she conforms to male gender and then released to foster care, not her mother who was supporting her.
Please, if you haven’t signed the petition, sign it, reblog it, ask your friends to sign it. We’ve managed to get 40K signatures for a pageant model, we’ve only gotten 11K for a little girl about to have her life ruined. Lets get on the ball and spread the word.
I literally just repeated the f-word until I ran out of breath.
Let me catch my breath. I may go on a cursing spree again as soon as I get it back.
Seriously people…
WHY THE FUCK AREN’T PEOPLE REBLOGGING THIS??
You need to learn that DMAB trans* people are not punchlines, sex objects or punching bags. Please grow some empathy for your fellow people.
Goth at the Office: nope, still feels like Monday edition.
“I’m afraid, Dave.”
I want to femme out. We’ll see if I can ever do that.
We’ll see.
Why bother?
I scored gold hot pants for $1 today!
Gpoy to the max!
I’m on edge. I should work on schoolwork (yes, I know). I should. But instead I just think about how terrible I am. How alone I am. How much of a freak I am. And how much I deserve whatever pain comes my way and whatever joy is just an accident.
I don’t feel joy. I went out with some friends last night. I thought I had fun. And I guess I did. But I just didn’t feel…terrible. And I still thought about jumping out off the balcony.
