Remember when the pope said “gender ideology is the ugliest danger of our time”?

Sure is cool to see so much of this site gushing over this guy

I have so much respect for people who are out because that is so scary to me. I love and admire people who’s presentation is audacious and challenges your views. I love trans people who do not “pass” and are happy about it, because they have so much confidence in their identity. I feel so afraid to be visibly queer, visibly different. I’ve never come out about my gender irl, and very few people know about my sexuality.

My pronouns are not an accidental duplication, I’d like a double serve of she-s and her-s to make up for lost time please.

Contacted a therapist today. Please be proud of me

I’m now a post-op trans girl.

I read a lot of hexbears yearning posts and I feel for you all, for sure, I get it’s lonely. I’ve been single for 2 years and I just don’t feel like it’s a bad fate to be single. I had my great love story and it ended how it did, I feel like I’m set and good for life. I remember the feeling though: wishing I had someone close, who I could trust, who loved me, who was there when I was sad or down, feeling so so alone and desperate. I just personally haven’t felt it in a loooong time

The UK needs to be broken up and TERFs should be hauled off to a gulag. Unironically. Give occupied Ireland back, and give the Scots and Welsh their independence. Then put England under strict military rule until the brain worms can be properly excised.

Seriously, what justification does the UK have for their backward bullshit? The US is full of (and run by) religious nuts, so that kind of thing is expected. What’s the UK’s excuse for their backwardness?

It’s been way too long since i’ve randomly yelled

DICTATORSHIP OF THE QUEER

I just wanted to borrow a bit of e because i was running low, so i headed over to her place and did my shot, we made a little smalltalk and then she kinda just fell into me and we started cuddling. And kept cuddling and giving headpats and scritches and holding hands and hugging each other for an hour and a half. God, i’m still gushing when i think about how good it was to hold her like that. How good she smells, how soft her skin is. At one point, she fell asleep in my arms and she started twitching like a dreaming puppy. It was so cute. She’s so precious. I’m so glad i have her in my life.

why is the bbc so fucking transphobic who are these people why do the care so much

I’m so tired of the doubt… Most of the time it comes by way of other people who are trying in earnest to make sure I’m okay, like my supervisor/mentor today. And it wasn’t like denying my identity or anything, just concern that I may be putting femininity on a pedestal and straying a little too far towards self-annihilation instead of self-discovery.

When I talk with people like that who are less affirming the doubt increases and I feel worse. I want it to be true, I want to truly want to be a girl, but what that’s just because I’d like an easy way to escape what I currently am?

Did my first injection, please clap

The injection itself wasn’t that bad, I’ve always been okay with needles. But drawing was a pain in the ass, I had the needle in there for probably 5-10 minutes, constantly pulling and pushing the plunger back and forth to coax the stuff into the syringe. I even did the thing where you inject air into it, but maybe I didn’t do it right. I just hope I didn’t damage the vial or contaminate it or something

I saw the Pope at a grocery store in Los Angeles the other day. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything. He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?” I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in his hands without paying. The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter. When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.