i feel like everyone would be a lot happier if they learned that someones gender is only observable by themself and so nobody can give an objective answer on whats masculine or feminine. and that something bejng masculine doesn't make it nonfeminine, or something being feminine doesn't make it nonmasculine. stop making shit a binary please. gender is an imaginary spectrum stop figjting over it on tumblr and go get a life.
an untitled poem i slapped together a bit ago. dedicated to myself pre-t. if you quote or reference this, or download the pictures in it to show someone else please credit me as Bug or @/clowncarfullofrats please dont gimme shit about grammer or spelling, i wrote this for myself. if i should be adding more trigger warnings please tell me.
being trans feels like dying and coming back "wrong" to everybody but you.
"You stole my daughter from me"
"You're still my little [dead name]"
"I'm sorry, i just have to grieve her."
I am not in my grave. look at the pictures! you can see so much discomfort in every picture of her! she barely existed!
im sorry clawing my way into life is disgusting to you, but can you please at least pretend to not hate me?
Or are you going to force me to pick my own coffin while telling me its out of love? are you going to nail it shut while telling me you only want my safety as i claw for out?
When you've put me in the ground will you hold another funeral for a little girl and cry that you wish you could of saved her.
hey
hey
there will never be enough shitty art in the world. there is room for your shit art. in fact there is a constant shortage of shit art.
go post that edgy scrapped together writing. go share that doodle of Your Blorbo that you think came out ugly. Go sing covers of songs out of tune. Shit art is beautiful and alive.