There was a day this perfect day where the rain washed my skin gently and the sun was still out and the music in my ears hit just perfectly and I knew without a doubt who I was 🖤
It would take me years to find the words to match ✨🖤
Being agender-transmasculine didn’t ever bring me peace and joy no matter how hard I fought for the things I thought would makes feel euphoric but I just became drier and burning. It was hell even if it was less hell than before 🖤
Trying to grow up pretending to be a cis girl as a kid made my blood vessels feel like they were going to explode and the discordance and misery was palpable how badly I wanted to escape my own skin 🖤
I wish folks understood what a bold and vivid reclamation referring to myself as a Lady is as someone who exists outside the gender spectrum and hyperfeminine in ways that aren’t in or even out of the binary but beyond it altogether ✨🖤
