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In my mind I tripped as I felt a tight pain in my chest. I couldn’t pull my eyes away, betraying my growing anxiety about the rudeness of staring at someone. Yet I kept staring. I felt that our lives were intertwined somehow, that I had his life in some parallel universe and he had mine. What I would give for that timeline to be true. To be a young man, a son, a brother. A person walked between us and he was gone. But the feeling remained. How much better life would be if I were a man.

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I found this and I think it could really help people, so here you go

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Was trying a new art technique, but it got a little out of control..

I’m working on a new piece that actually has to do with being trans, so just hold on a bit longer, sorry for the wait

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Being Trans is Like...

Being trans is like being allergic to bee stings. Whenever you get called the wrong pronoun or the wrong name, wear the wrong thing or your voice starts acting up, it’s a bee sting. Sometimes you just get an itch, sometimes a rash, and sometimes your throat starts closing up and you can’t breath. You could theoretically continue to live like that your whole life, but it would be a horrible life filled with pain and near death experiences. Then, one day, someone offers a way out. A shot to get rid of or lesson the allergy, which in this case, it would be transitioning. The only way to stop the allergic reactions, dysphoria, would be to take the shot, transitioning.

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It’s time we dress to de-stress

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Was bored in class, so here’s some doodles

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My train of thought is horribly hard to follow and has a mind of its own. A normal conductor would think oh, I want to make a turn right, so I’m gonna wait for a rail crossing that lets me turn. But my train of thought just goes no! I want to make a turn and I’m gonna make it now! And I just go off the rails and that’s when everything goes wrong because then I can’t find my way back to the original thought and then I don’t know where I’m going and either end up in the middle of nowhere, far out from where I want to be, or right back at the beginning and not even realize it.

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Felt a bit mad for a while..

Bright colors = danger

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Don’t expect so much from me. I’ll only end up letting you down.

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The way I organize my life makes everything too difficult

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I was finally able to draw something with a face! I’m thinking of starting some comics and this’ll be the main character

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School conversations

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Life is like...

Life is like the road. Everyone’s heading somewhere. Some know exactly and some are just cruising, some people have the same goal but different ways of getting there, some need help navigating and some manage alone. And when you get to your destination, you’ll need to compete for parking. And sometimes there’s that precious moment when there’s no one around, no one behind you to nag, and you can take it slow and really think about where you’re going. You can make pit stops, but you’re ultimately heading somewhere. But most of the time it’s all quick decisions that push people to make risky choices. Some people get carsick, some day dream, others are focused, and some just enjoy the ride. There are so many different roads and destinations that no experience is the same.

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Being Trans is Like...

Pretending to be an extrovert when you’re really an introvert