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looking at jam
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My observations mean squat, so I’d rather say nothing. I only wish my tumblr has half the writings my journal has. If only I could show those words.
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From a pre everything trans-guys point of view, and bare in mind this is from my point of view, not every trans-man in the world. Also bare in mind this is me ranting:
Try putting that tampon in and struggling so much you’re sobbing because you’re so disgusted with your body. Try being so paranoid that you can’t go out because you’re worried you’ll leak through and out yourself as not being a ’ Real Man ’ in society’s eyes. Try not being able to go out for that period of time because you’ll be forced to use a bathroom that you’re not supposed to be in.
Try crying/hating yourself immensely because you’re so disgusted with yourself that you can’t even bare to be in your own body anymore. Try being on the verge of suicide everyday for that period of time because you want so fucking badly just to be out of your own skin. Try looking at yourself and feeling physically sick at the sight of yourself, that the fact that this is happening to you is literally making your skin crawl.
Try adding all of the above to that intense pain that you feel.
Next time you decide to lump guys into one big group, please consider us. Cheers.
Reblogging just for the commentary.
YES COMMENTARY.
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Robert Doisneau. Portrait of a man playing a horn, circa 1960
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