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i want to be loved but not like that. peer into my small indoor life and ask for the bits you want to keep like a garage sale or a free sofa in the street. i miss all the storms i’ve slept through. i want to be loved the way the thunder surprises us, fast and possible like a reminder. yes i need a lot of reminding. of wrapping up, cleaning, showering in the dark so i don’t have to look at myself. peer into my life. my envelopes opened with small knives, my closet with its mostly stained clothes. peer into my envelope. ask that i fold neatly around you and divulge…
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It is. Someone leaked something and since I'm outed in my college it's so easy for people to point their fingers on me and I'd get in trouble for it and might get expelled
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https://t.me/daniful/27289
Is it about queer people?
You really shouldn’t read that kind of stuff… it’s just hurtful
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بي مكان دراستي وما ارتاح اشاركه هنا لان امشي بنفس الاسم بالواقع واحتمال هالشي يكون خطر على سلامتي
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Currently reading 193 comments on fb that are basically just death threats directed towards me and 2 of my friends and I'd like to say that this is a good start for pride
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It's not necessarily a struggle, you can talk about stuff u don't think people know, like deadnaming or dysphoria or gender euphoria or whatever
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Hello trans folks out there!!! Cis people too, I have been told to write a post or a series of post about trans people and trans struggles for a certain magazine, I'm trying to figure out what to talk about. If you have struggled with something in particular, or think that certain things are not talked about enough, and in case u r not trans cu can talk about what YOU think is going wrong with your trand friends and loved ones. I need to brainstorm some ideas!
Feel free to text here (it's an anonymous not and none of ur experiences will be mentioned till you consent, this is mostly a brainstorming/gathering data process)
@Zaezzibot
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"My heart breaks in a different way when I see them wearing a new pair of glasses, one I’ve never seen before (they lost their last pair on a drunk night out but they looked better without glasses anyway). When I go back to their place and I see they got a new bathroom rug (the last one was too fuzzy and I’d sometimes spill water on it but I had gotten used to tiptoeing so I won’t get my socks wet). When I see their brand new bedsheets (these new ones look like a boring fever dream Picasso must’ve once had). When I see they painted their living room a new color (it makes the room look darker and smaller). When I notice all these minor changes and realize that life went on. Not in a greater “your heart will love again” way, but in a mundane, ordinary way. In an “I’m hurting too but I really need a new pair of running shoes” way.
I know — I painted them like demigods, but it’s strange to remember that, when I’ll meet them at my local bakery, they won’t be there to ask for forgiveness, but for croissants."
— Ana Claudia.
