Its Hard To Put This Into Words, But I Have To Try. I Cant Keep Bottling This Inside.

It’s hard to put this into words, but I have to try. I can’t keep bottling this inside.

Sometimes I feel like I understate the genderqueer part of my identity, the part of me isn’t just a trans guy who wants to explore my femininity but also who I was for years, a butch who learned how to find comfort in masculinity and learned how to love women through the sapphic community. I might not identify as a lesbian anymore as I’m not solely into women nor identify as one, but it pains me to give up the label of butch. It feels dishonest to cast that side away from me. At the same time I feel such guilt for my attachment to the lesbian community as I primarily pass as a guy and somewhat feminine one at that. How can I hold such conflicting feelings of masculinity and femininity? A paradox of inner androgyny that is hard to present outwardly. Hard to put labels to. This isn’t even something I talk about to others out of fear of what they would say.

Androgynous haircuts: The mohawk-mullet

(It’s like two hairstyles in one!)

live laugh marijuana

thank you transcestors for paving the way for me to be a weird fairy faggot boy i love you i’m sorry you weren’t loved enough in your time

i need to get more masc so i can present feminine