International Transgender Day of Visibility (TDoV) is a day for celebrating the lives of transgender people, recognizing the contributions we make to society and rallying against the discrimination we face. TDoV also functions as a counterpart to the International Transgender Day of Remembrance (TDoR)[1]; with TDoR being a somber occasion and TDoV having a more celebratory nature.
For this week, in observation of TDoV, I invite you all, the posters in our community to write a little bit about the celebration of trans lives.
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TDoR is observed on November 20th and memorializes those of us who’s lives were stolen by transphobic violence, particularly trans women of color. TDoR was initially founded in 1999 in remembrance of Rita Hester, Chanelle Pickett, and Monique Thomas, three black trans women who were murdered in the Boston area. ↩︎
HELLO THIS IS THE MEGA SIGN UP POST/LIST POST
if you have a preferred week please tell me
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Omg I’m next. I’d better start working on my post as soon as possible this weekend…
estrogen is really something else. i have never felt. so much.
I got a random text from someone I haven’t thought about in 3 years asking how I’ve been and I had to hit him with the good ol’ “ohhhhhhh that’s not my name anymore”
I identify as a nonbinary eldritch fairy abomination that cannot be comprehended by cis minds
Getting my 3ds set back up/rehacked. Fuck SD cards are expensive now. But all my old shit is still on there, glad I backed it up. Now I just need to update all the custom firmware and homebrew stuff. Looking forward to messing around with prentendo, and there’s a new free shop.
sex and sadness
People talk about how T horny was just something they had to get out of the way and on hrt it became more enjoyable etc… But 6 months in I still hate it. It’s still just a chore. Horniness itself is less intense and whatever else but idk, I think this is still just something I have to do. If I could not I would not.
“diverse opinions” and its someone with the worst beliefs known to man upset that not literally everyone gives their unjustified nonsense the time of day
First, thanks to everyone who provided info and resources for injections, that was all really helpful.
I’ve been tracking my mood and mental state since the first injection on Wed. I was originally track 7 days but since I’m crashing out over trivial things on day 4, I don’t think I’m gonna risk going past day 5.
Otherwise I absolutely loved the high dose. I felt amazing the last few days. I hate jabbing myself but other than that this is superior to pills in every way. I wish I could’ve been brave about needles sooner.
horny
What I find surprising is how fucking distractingly horny I’ve been. Like on pills is was more of an occasional low-level feeling, maybe a couple days a month but not that intense. But I’m now like all the way 100% all day. It’s weird since I always associated horny with prog, but maybe it’s the high e + prog combo that’s doing it.
Anyway I’ve been having impure thoughts about my SLP since I made her blush during our last session and I really would like them to go away now
Getting sad about wedding stuff and then remembering all the cis women in my life who I’m sure got fabulous weddings and a guy they love and had kids and literally just get to live their lives as women 💔 and I get to suffer my whole life,
dysphoria/misery/si
and deal with my awful voice, facial hair, how fucking big I am, my genitals, transphobia (and just how evil society is to us I could go on about this), and they get to just live their lives. Also I have no one. I get to be a miserable, depressed removed. I get to think about killing myself every day. I get to feel pain constantly and get no sympathy or love. To hide myself away. Forever be seen wrong. To live a bitter, sad, depressing life until I finally do it.
I hate my life and I hate people. Maybe I can’t fully explain why I hate them so much. It seems self evident to me but whatever.
I JUST WISH I COULD BE THEM
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Them that I hate is humans generally, them I wish I could be is a few of the women I’ve met. Although being an ignorant pig who gobbles down slop and shit would leave me happier than I am now, to be fair.
question: after coming out to my friends as trans and experimenting masculine stuff, i started having dreams where im actually cis, and im pretending to be trans and its a big mistake. then i wake up and some gender affirming stuff, which would bring me joy in the past, now feels uncomfortable.
i think there may be a chance that i have a second personality due to having experienced dissociation, and then years later i find a girl in my dreams who remembers all the dreams she experienced with me (very helpful if you have to figure out a strategy to solve problems in similar dreams).
is questioning one’s transness normal or do i have a second personality who is messing with me?
I legit have tendinitis from fingering so much. Nobody told me being gay was this hard
Nobody ever says anything to me except “wow ur so tall”
I never explicitly updated here (or I did and forgot? I’ve been really confronting memory issues lately…). But. I have a job. I can’t say what it is cause its kinda niche, but I’m supporting social workers, and its really nice. I’m doing something socially productive. And I’m kinda proud? I can go to work and know that I’m a thread of sticky fiber behind a gauze pad on a bandaid stretched too thin across a gaping shotgun wound. But I’m a part of that bandaid. I’m doing things that help people (well, I’m doing things that help people help people). I’m tired and happy. I like my coworkers. I’m getting treated kinda like I’m nongendered by them which sucks. But. They’re chill. And. I can deal with that for work. And they’re super supportive. I’m relieved. I’m not gonna starve. I’m not gonna live out of my car. I’m kinda sorta safe.
Fuck me looking into hvac part prices is
parts usually got a shelf life and even if it’s say fine by the 5 year mark replacing a 300 dollar sensor will keep the 6000 dollar compressor safe just in case if it fails. Maintenance so far is more than just cleaning the coils or changing the filters it seems keeping track of how old some parts are is vital.A friend of mine revealed they had watched the Fallout TV show and really liked it. They did not know Fallout was a video game series with like 8 entries in it. This a baffling perspective to try and understand.
