You are worth the nights before, not knowing the next time I’ll be able to hold you in my arms like this.
You are worth packing the clothes you’ve undressed me from, leaving nothing but admiration on the skin underneath, in a small suitcase.
You are worth the aching sobs that scream to escape before I can even leave the airport parking lot.
You are worth every goodbye. Every last kiss. You are worth it all.
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What I've learned this year (about myself, mostly):
-unlabeled queer people can face the similar problems that labeled queer people face.
-Even though i dont actually recognise myself in the word 'queer' since I am "mostly straight", i still? Kind of am? Queer? And surprisingly I've used the word in my diary cause there's not many ways to describe why I feel so bad.
-I can relate to a lot more queer people than I would've guessed. Much more many people are varioriented/part of the SAM than I would have thought.
-the word 'varioriented'♡♡♡♡♡ it's so pretty♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
-I don't have to FEEL queer to BE queer. I still feel mostly hetero, my heterosexuality is a bigger part of my identity than my biromanticism.
-aesthetic attraction does not really mean you have romantic feelings towards the person.
-it is now sure that the feelings I have for my friend are in fact romantic, since them calling me a friend made me feel a bit weird. Like, I dont see them that way? As a friend?
-maybe my feelings towards them are not much of a crush anymore, just more like an obsession.
-I don't like men cause I feel sexual attraction towards them and I don't like it when I feel like I'm not in control of my feelings and body.
-I'm very hypocritical cause im overly critical of queer couples and people and get angry for no reason when I view their posts. While still crushing on girls myself.
-Overall the way I've viewed couples and the idea of a relationship, doesn't make sense.
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Coming Out: My Story + Advice
*CW: Mentions of internalized transphobia, transphobic interactions, dysphoria, etc.*
*Please DNI if you're anti-LGBT, a terf, or a general asshole. This blog isn't for you.*
Hello, friends. So I know I don't have the biggest blog out there, but it's continuously growing and I figured I should make a post about this. I don't usually talk about myself or my identity too much on here, even though it's literally an LGBT-related account. So I'm very nervous to post this, but here we go:
I'm coming out to all of you as a trans man.
This is most likely not shocking (because this is Tumblr and everyone is trans or queer in some way), but I wanted to clarify because I'm so tired of hiding who I am. I've had so many people doubt me, be hateful, be disrespectful, be judgemental, and be utterly horrible to me for being trans. But honestly, I'm slowly coming to a point where I want to be authentic with people.
So, when I was 13, my therapist was the first person that I came out to. I told her, without being able to look at her in the eyes, that I thought I might be transgender. I remember she smiled, asked me a little bit about it, and was generally so supportive and handled it amazingly.
On my 14th birthday, I came out to my mom as trans. She was also very supportive, though more surprised and a little confused than anything else. Slowly, over the next year, I began coming out to all of my friends and family.
I had negative experiences along the way. One of my closest family members called me selfish for wanting to change my name and pronouns because it would be "too difficult" for everyone else. I was told that I was "being childish" for asking for support and love from certain family members. I even experienced a lot of hate from my partner's parents at the time (my partner being cis with transphobic parents).
Regardless, I had a supportive single mother that believed in me and supported me and let me start testosterone when I was 15 (yes, I was young and no, I don't regret any of it). Despite T being a very powerful hormone for most AFAB people that go on it, it took a very long time for it to fully kick in.
I had a lot of difficulties with T. My voice, for example, never fully dropped and it's something I've always been dysphoric about. I even remember being told by random people that I "sound like a girl" or that they "can tell" that I'm trans because of my voice.
About 2 years on T, with very little changes, I decided to get top surgery and my mom allowed it because she could tell how much this meant to me. She saw all the struggles that I was going through and she could tell how much my chest bothered me, considering I would wear binders an unhealthy amount of the time.
So I got top surgery and I'm currently 4 years post-OP. Though I received top surgery at a fairly young age, there is not a single part of me that regrets it and not a day goes by where I'm ungrateful for it.
Although my transition has been a struggle (due to external forces and a lot of internalized transphobia), I'm still slowly learning how to appreciate who I am. I've been out for 7 years now, transitioning for almost 6 years, and although I still get misgendered occasionally, it's nowhere near as bad as it used to be and that's something I'm very thankful for.
Now that I've shared all of this, I'd like to be a tiny voice amongst the many different trans people that've given advice on this (or any other) platform before.
To Any Closeted Trans or Gender-Questioning People Out There:
Please be kind to yourself. Please take care of yourself. Please be patient and take your time figuring out who you are. Please only come out when you are safe to do so.
Remember that it gets easier, even when it's just a little bit at a time. Every day gets a little easier. Remember your strengths. Remember that you are who you are, and that is enough. The right people will know it, too.
And never let anyone tell you who you are. Only you can determine that.
If you've read this far, I would like to say thank you and that I hope you have a wonderful day. Remember to be kind to yourself and others :)
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Lets create a house where yelling means we’re having fun. When you hear a door slam you know it was accidentally pulled with too much strength, not slammed out of anger. When there is silence, it is Contentment, not another passive aggressive fight. The dog is no longer barking to protect, he simply just wants the cats to play with him. Let’s create a safe, warm environment that makes you feel like you can breathe, not hold your breath. Let’s stomp on the eggshells we use to tip toe on. Together we will make this house into a home. And welcome all with open arms into this kind and loving space.
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This Evening’s Mood is:
Wanting to sing every single Hozier song to him because my boy told me my guitar playing and singing relax him, I honestly wanted to cry/pos
Wasteland Baby, I’m in love with you
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips, we should just kiss like real people do<3
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