GOOD GIRLi want to be a good girl™ but online is cursed and people tell me that i’m not doing it ~correctly~ i have to walk with my feet closer together so as to take up l e s s s p a c e i have to make my voice two (2) octaves higher i have to wear high heels i have to want to have sex (especially with cis straight men) i have to move differently (be more feminine) I have to tape my dick between my legs the fucked up thing is: people online ARE REAL PEOPLE they are the same fucking people as the people who exist offline HORNY JESUS-LOVING DYKE1. my type of boy is a catholic jesus… daddy issues… like hanging up there all golden and frail… and crucified……………………………… my type of girl is… also… catholic my type of non-binary/ gender non-conforming queero is… all cummers welcum! 2. please don’t stare at me in public! (unless you have cash) missed connection: theodore, the trans guy who works at the bunnings in brunswick: we were in a hurry and I didn’t have time to flirt with you more but you are hot as… hello! i’ve been feeling a lot of powerful energies ever since my cat threw up in the shape of a perfect number 6, the devil’s number… 3. when avril said, “uh huh, life’s like this, uh huh, uh huh, that’s the way it is…” etc. it’s friday and the bin smells strongly of various cums :) often it feels like even when they can’t see me that some people’s driving is straight up transphobic… 4. a lot of things in this world don’t make sense like how milk is gross but cheese is good only tweeting trans dyke content from now on and if you don’t like it you can leave :) 5. if anyone made me transgender it was trinity in the matrix trilogy, jessica alba in dark angel, and pam anderson for vivienne westwood honestly, the worst* part about being a trans woman is all the fucking paperwork *aside from all the terfs and trans misogynists 666. straight cis white boy: “it’s funny that you’re trans now because you’re not very feminine” me: “suck my dick” SMOKING KILLS YOUi started smoking because it looks ~cool~ and it is a good excuse to leave a party and go outside for a little while also… it kills you i’ve got second puberty blues i’m 25 going on 16 some days i still want to die like when you glare at me and/or point at me and/or laugh at me and/or make vomiting sounds or when you yell at me from your car to tell me to kill myself most days i want to be alive just to spite you… to blow smoke in your faces… to die on my own terms… disclaimer: say no to drugs unless you need them to stay alive 
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