I'm A Wears Socks To Not Get A Very Specific Texture Of House Dirt Stuck To Feet, But Also A Goes Outside

I'm a wears socks to not get a very specific texture of house dirt stuck to feet, but also a goes outside barefoot neurodivergent

bought cat food today for my stray

[I will be bringing him in for microchip scanning once he trusts me enough btw and if no chip finding him good home]

adding this to my collection of past life tumblr posts I have now seen again

very heartwarming, reminds me of explaining what trans is to my friend's younger cousins

A few years ago a roommate abruptly decided to move out to live with her boyfriend, and I ended up spending half a year sharing an apartment with someone I had never met before: an Egyptian girl with very limited English.

She was confused by my appearance and asked me “boy or girl?” It took me a while to understand what she was saying, but eventually she got the point across, and I told her that I was a girl. She seemed unsatisfied, and I explained that I was transgender. Unsurprisingly, she didn’t know the word.

We ended communicating by typing our respective sentences into Google Translate. Unfortunately, whatever the Arabic word for “transgender” is, it wasn’t a word she knew either. Eventually I ended up typing in “I used to be a boy but it made me unhappy so I decided to be a girl.” She stared at it for a moment then asked “You are happy now?” I said yes, and she smiled and looked thoughtful.

A couple hours later she came up to me and said “You and me, we are sisters,” and gave me a hug. “You say you are girl, you are girl.”

September Affirmation (Don’t Be Afraid) by Keaton St. James