It's really surprising I haven't written more about dreams in this blog yet. Not only are they, as I said before, a coping mechanism for me, but in my life I have not written more on any topic (though this blog is on course to claim that title for itself). My last post on renouncing privilege …
This could well go under "On Depression," but this title is more poetic, and anyway, more applicable. Because of my inner trans self, I am nervous, or afraid, or some combination thereof, pretty much all of the time. I've been documenting some of the reasons as to why that is: here's another. If I come …
So what happened next? I don't really know. The story doesn't really have a hard resolution, it just sort of fades. Without a doubt, I am a stronger person for the bullying I received. Would I call it a blessing? Hell no. But you gain strength in adversity, and eventually, I stopped giving a damn …
It's hard to remember too many specific incidents, but I can recall a few. One of the first I can remember was in elementary school, when one of the "popular" kids pulled me aside while we were lining up for recess. "Hey, I have a question for you." This guy was actually usually pretty nice …
I've already alluded to it several times, so I might as well start talking about it. As I've mentioned, I was a victim of bullying, starting in elementary school, reaching a head in middle school, and slowly fading in high school. Why? I've been trying to figure that out ever since. But I will try …
Another reason for my self-loathing? Politics. "The transgender" issue has become big news in recent years, and everyone has very strong opinions about it. In my area, I think it is safe to say, those opinions are pretty overwhelmingly negative. This is a Bible-belt red state, after all. The strange thing is how sudden it …
I've been posting a lot of pictures of girls performing the various roles discussed in my posts recently. Pretty sure you don't have to be a psychologist to figure out why, if you've been reading any of this at all. Turns out, just like choosing genders in video games, I am still self-conscious about this, …
It's strange how therapeutic video games are for my dysphoria, and in what ways. One of the more bizarre ways I have consoled myself in recent years is by following the development and rise of VR (Virtual Reality). Of course, as a 90s baby, I always knew that VR was the future. Somewhere, a photo …
I think one stereotype about transgendered folk (note from future me in 2019: transgendered isn't a word. Don't use it. I leave it here as a concession to the fact that it's okay to admit your past ignorance, so long as you learn from it) , especially the ones that want to transition, is that …
Well, I tried. But I choose what I want to write on any given post based solely upon what random thing I want to write on at the time. And despite my better efforts, currently, that thing is depression. I alluded to a few things in my discussion on my hormones. Namely, that my lack of …
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