Nothing, really
I wrote, really wrote, for the first time in agse. And, damn, did it feel good.
*glances at clock*
Nightie night all.
*glances at clock*
Nightie night all.
2008-06-11
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http://venusenvy.comicgenesis.com/d/20071118.html
This is why I'm scared of going to college.
Not because of academics, and not because I barely know anyone. But because there's always that group of assholes who think they run the world and can decide who gets to play and who has to sit out.
Now, I'm not trans. At least...as of this very moment in time, I don't feel like I need a dick. I just don't need breasts. But I don't wear dresses, and sometimes I like wearing suits.
And I have a girlfriend.
That makes me different. That makes me 'sick' in the eyes of some.
And, to some, the way you iradicate illness is to beat it to a bloody pulp. Or shoot it. Or rape it.
Okay. I'm...gonna go read something happy now. Promise.
This is why I'm scared of going to college.
Not because of academics, and not because I barely know anyone. But because there's always that group of assholes who think they run the world and can decide who gets to play and who has to sit out.
Now, I'm not trans. At least...as of this very moment in time, I don't feel like I need a dick. I just don't need breasts. But I don't wear dresses, and sometimes I like wearing suits.
And I have a girlfriend.
That makes me different. That makes me 'sick' in the eyes of some.
And, to some, the way you iradicate illness is to beat it to a bloody pulp. Or shoot it. Or rape it.
Okay. I'm...gonna go read something happy now. Promise.
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A problem with ACE bandages: they were not designed with breast binding in mind. How in the world does anyone put those stupid velcro clips on properly?
*sigh*Oh well. Just have to nag mom to get safety pins. I worked with paperclips, just to see...and it felt good, just to wear it for a few minutes. When I take it off...
I don't know. I really can't explain it. I mean, I realize that my breasts are just hunks of flesh. They don't define me. But in society's eyes, they do. And I hate that notion that just because I have breasts, I'm a girl.
I know, I am a girl. Most of the time. I mean, I'm not athletic, I don't like cars, I like figure skating, blah blah blah.
But there are things about women I just don't get, and things about guys I completely understand and realte to.
So yeah, 70% of the time I'm a girl, but 30% of the time I'm not. And when I was trying to bind, I just thought about how lucky I am to be with someone who gets that. I think that's a very tiny part of why I've thrown myself into this so hard. I don't have to explain to her why I want to have a breast reduction. I don't fear her reaction to when I finally get them removed. She understands that she's not getting a 100% woman, and she's totally fine with that.
I look back on where I'm from
Look at the woman I've become
And the strangest things seem suddenly routine
....
Some girls they got natural ease
They wear it anyway they please
With their French flipped curls and perfume magazines
Wear it up
Let it down
This is the best way that I've found
To be the best you've ever seen
*sigh*Oh well. Just have to nag mom to get safety pins. I worked with paperclips, just to see...and it felt good, just to wear it for a few minutes. When I take it off...
I don't know. I really can't explain it. I mean, I realize that my breasts are just hunks of flesh. They don't define me. But in society's eyes, they do. And I hate that notion that just because I have breasts, I'm a girl.
I know, I am a girl. Most of the time. I mean, I'm not athletic, I don't like cars, I like figure skating, blah blah blah.
But there are things about women I just don't get, and things about guys I completely understand and realte to.
So yeah, 70% of the time I'm a girl, but 30% of the time I'm not. And when I was trying to bind, I just thought about how lucky I am to be with someone who gets that. I think that's a very tiny part of why I've thrown myself into this so hard. I don't have to explain to her why I want to have a breast reduction. I don't fear her reaction to when I finally get them removed. She understands that she's not getting a 100% woman, and she's totally fine with that.
I look back on where I'm from
Look at the woman I've become
And the strangest things seem suddenly routine
....
Some girls they got natural ease
They wear it anyway they please
With their French flipped curls and perfume magazines
Wear it up
Let it down
This is the best way that I've found
To be the best you've ever seen