Just Got Accused Of Gaslighting Someone For Saying That Transphobia Exists. The Accused Of Being A Sex

Just got accused of gaslighting someone for saying that transphobia exists. The accused of being a “sex pest,” “cross dresser,” and someone who touches children. All because I tried to explain that transphobia is a thing. Apparently transphobes don’t believe in transphobia.

I will admit, though, technically I do cross dress. Not my fault that skirts are fun to wear. I also don’t get why that would be an issue. Just let me be a transmasc femboy.

Personally, I only care about the feelings of those who I think care about my feelings. So, the list of those whose feelings I care about is short (my dog and my bird. That’s it). But I know I’m not a representation of everyone

"Autistic people aren't worried about other people's feelings" well that's big fucking news to me considering how I'm anxious 24/7 about accidentally annoying everyone I ever meet

In five weeks I get to see a doctor about my chronic pain for the first time. I’ve been talking about it and saying that I’m in pain since I learned to talk. I’m twenty now. That’s how long it took just to be acknowledged. And I know I should try to stay positive and hopeful that the doctor will listen and help me, but I just can’t bring myself to think that. Not just because of the years of medical malpractice I had to deal with while in “treatment” for my mental illnesses. But because my whole life, I was told not to complain whenever I spoke up about anything. No one really listened to me at any point in my life, so why should I lie to myself and try to believe that someone will hear me now, right? I’m just tired. These last few weeks have been a wake-up call, and I’m seeing my pain and fatigue getting worse much faster than I thought. I’m watching myself fall apart and fade away. It’s a feeling I wouldn’t wish on anyone, a nightmare I can’t escape. My anxiety has been getting worse, with thoughts of the possibility that the pain may get so bad that I won’t be able to do anything for myself at some point. I try to push these thoughts away, to find distractions in every moment. But the fear clings to me, closer than my own skin. It’s bullshit. It’s not fair. There’s so much I haven’t seen or done yet. So many things I want that I’ll never have. I just want to live before I die. I’m not ready to disappear, but every day, the shadows continue to close in on me.

“I’m a fuckin’ slut for cinnamon raisin bread”

- Corpse Husband December 3rd, 2020

Me too, Corpse. Me too

On the one hand, I like ordering off the kids’ menu. On the other, I AM TWENTY, NOT TWELVE

Annual reminder to please not tell "young looking" trans guys/transmascs to "appreciate" not being seen as even close to our actual ages?

No it's not cool, flattering, or something I enjoy. I don't want to be handed a kids menu at almost 24. I don't want to be ID'd 10 times in the same night at the same establishment, I don't want people to refuse to see my ID because I "must not be even close to 21". I don't want people staring at me and making comments seeing me a smoke a fucking cigarette because they think I'm 13.

I don't want to chat with a random 50 year old drunk cis guy about youth

I don't want some random group of middle schoolers chatting me up and telling me how I look even younger than them when I tell them I'm a full ass adult

If it wasn't to the point that I've literally almost been denied service or kicked out places multiple times? Maybe I wouldn't be so mad. If It wasn't to the point that I feel ashamed and embarrassed because of other people being weird? Maybe I wouldn't be so mad.

Just overheard one of my coworkers saying that he’s going to try to expand the business to israel. So, uhh… yeah. If that happens, I’ll be looking for a new job