a-fragile-sort-of-anarchy:

gender-trash:

obnoxious-nocturnal:

a-fragile-sort-of-anarchy:

I would love to know what I thought was happening in my brain when I would burst out crying and hyperventilate when they wouldn’t let me play men in theater or sing with boys in choir before I knew I was trans. What did I think was up with that? Did I think I was just that into Hamlet? I am, but still.

Okay so when I was in high school, before I knew I was trans, I would ask my boyfriends if they would still date me if I were a guy, and then cry when they said no, and I had no clue why I asked that.

TLDR: Being trans but not knowing you’re trans is a wild fucking ride

reminds me of the time i (then-girl, also World’s Biggest Dinosaur Fan) asserted to my mom that girls didn’t like dinosaurs.  i think the words “well OBVIOUSLY i don’t count” escaped my mouth; my mom was like “why not?” and i didn’t have an answer for her

I love our community so much. We’re all so fucking clueless.