coming onto tumblr and almost immediately across the endo/trauma syscourse is very fascinating bc like it's such a typical internet discourse? like a bunch of people making up words that don't mean anything just so they can get mad at people and play trauma olympics is so absurd you probably counld come up with it lol anyway don't let anyone tell you your experiences are not valid etc fuck sysmeds
📝I composed this on the spot, with minimal editing, but I hope that it will suffice. Its title is, "Who am I?"
You seek us as your last resort
Searching within for that which could not be found without
You look inside yourself and shout
"Who am I?"
Let us tell you who we are, first
My name is Lust
I sought companionship, affection, and love
But I was forbidden, so I hid myself away
My name is Gluttony
I sought nourishment, sweetness, and to quell my hunger
But I was shamed, so I grew to detest myself
My name is Greed
I sought possessions, personal items to keep and call my own
But I was denied, so I learned to deny myself, as it was right
My name is Sloth
I sought rest, and could not remain attentive to that which held no interest
You despise me, for you believe that I was all that held you back from meeting the standards of others
But you cannot be rid of me, for I am all that keeps you from working yourself to death
My name is Wrath
I sought to defend myself from those that would harm me, to keep myself safe
But I was punished each time, so I silenced myself out of necessity
My name is Envy
I sought that which was not mine to have, a better life, better things, a better form
I was told that what I had was a gift, so I grew to accept the worst
My name is Pride
I believed that I was a person with value, dignity, and autonomy
That belief was proven false again and again, until I was broken
Now you know who we are
So we return the question
Who are you?
Who are you, without us?
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Trans girls, in my experience, have largely lived an existence in which for the vast majority of our lives, we've never been anybody's first choice romantically. That's if we're chosen at all.
Second choice? Yeah. Back up plan? Happens. Fetishized? Always.
But never just chosen. Never just pursued. Never loved quite as much as we need. Never the object of obsession. Never the focus of passion.
Every love feels like it's one better option disappearing like a vapor in the wind.
So I say all that to say, if you're romantically inclined, and you love a trans girl. Choose her. Really choose her. Choose her in every moment. Make her feel like she's the only one that matters and do it every day, because it's possible, likely even, that she's never felt that before.
Really choose her, or you will break her heart.
If you're not willing to do that, leave her the fuck alone.
enough about the timeloop I wanna hear about the post-timeloop.
person who just got over the horror of being trapped in a loop and settled into a comfortable routine...but then the timeloop breaks and they struggle to reacclimatize. person trapped in a loop for years who grieved their loved ones—who are suddenly back and acting like nothing happened (because for them nothing did). teenager who aged physically and mentally during the timeloop and now they're so much older than they're supposed to be. random strangers who were trapped in a loop together relieved to get away from each other at last, but feeling oddly bereft of familiar company. service worker who is pissed as fuck to have to go back to work
"homosexuality is unnatural! there's only two genders! it's a sin-"
I'm sorry, have you seen NATURE???
ALSO THE ARTIST IS HUMON, FIND THEM AT HUMONCOMICS.COM!! was so sure I had included that but apparently I forgot, so sorry!
and there's so many more species than this that exhibit homosexuality, varying genders, etc. SO! MANY!
it's very much a natural thing. it always has been. unfortunately, while homosexuality is found in many species, homophobia is only found in one
EDIT: added a keep reading cause this is a long post lol
EDIT: everyone in the comments needs to shut up or I will turn comments off, stop arguing, jeez
Asking a girl if she wants to make out and she nods excitedly then turns her head for you to kiss her cheek.
Trans girls, in my experience, have largely lived an existence in which for the vast majority of our lives, we've never been anybody's first choice romantically. That's if we're chosen at all.
Second choice? Yeah. Back up plan? Happens. Fetishized? Always.
But never just chosen. Never just pursued. Never loved quite as much as we need. Never the object of obsession. Never the focus of passion.
Every love feels like it's one better option disappearing like a vapor in the wind.
So I say all that to say, if you're romantically inclined, and you love a trans girl. Choose her. Really choose her. Choose her in every moment. Make her feel like she's the only one that matters and do it every day, because it's possible, likely even, that she's never felt that before.
Really choose her, or you will break her heart.
If you're not willing to do that, leave her the fuck alone.
enough about the timeloop I wanna hear about the post-timeloop.
person who just got over the horror of being trapped in a loop and settled into a comfortable routine...but then the timeloop breaks and they struggle to reacclimatize. person trapped in a loop for years who grieved their loved ones—who are suddenly back and acting like nothing happened (because for them nothing did). teenager who aged physically and mentally during the timeloop and now they're so much older than they're supposed to be. random strangers who were trapped in a loop together relieved to get away from each other at last, but feeling oddly bereft of familiar company. service worker who is pissed as fuck to have to go back to work
Trans girls, in my experience, have largely lived an existence in which for the vast majority of our lives, we've never been anybody's first choice romantically. That's if we're chosen at all.
Second choice? Yeah. Back up plan? Happens. Fetishized? Always.
But never just chosen. Never just pursued. Never loved quite as much as we need. Never the object of obsession. Never the focus of passion.
Every love feels like it's one better option disappearing like a vapor in the wind.
So I say all that to say, if you're romantically inclined, and you love a trans girl. Choose her. Really choose her. Choose her in every moment. Make her feel like she's the only one that matters and do it every day, because it's possible, likely even, that she's never felt that before.
Really choose her, or you will break her heart.
If you're not willing to do that, leave her the fuck alone.