People are butts about gender sometimes! So here is a comic talking about how it really isn’t a big deal!
When I was with James this week I wrote a little poem about gender
and decided to draw a comic for said poem.Hope you guys enjoy!
sigh
Haven’t ranted in a long time. Nothing in particular is going on, just feeling very dysphoric. I hate that I can be feeling good about myself and my day and one single sentence from him ruins my day. It’s like I just want to lock myself in my room and never leave. After the mood shift I just sit here and look at myself and think about who/what/where I want to be.
It’s almost as if because I feel I can never be whom I was meant to be that I must exaggerate in the opposite direction. I will never have the right figure so I overeat (which is also what I do when I’m stressed/sad/anxious, food has always been a source of comfort). I will never have feminine features so I hide my face w/ a ridiculous beard. I act overly masculine to mask what feminine traits I naturally have.
Why can’t I just wake up and be different? I used to dream that shit a lot. Maybe it’s something that I’ll have to just learn to deal with. Maybe one day I’ll actually go through with changing it. This dysphoria makes me feel desperate, like I gotta get out of this body. Sigh.
C
Don’t know why I abide by such self made arbitrary rules. I guess I wait to drink until after 4 because it seems like I’m less of an alcoholic… Shit piss ass. MMMM
LOVE YOU
C
Word.
Looks like shit might work out after all. Still stressed with other drama, people need to stop being passive aggressive and just flat out say what they think. Fuck em either way. Word.
C
That has to count for something.
Stress leads me to the drink in my hand.
I love that my addiction allows me the serenity I need to make it through.
I’m weak and pathetic.
But, above all else, I keep living to see another day.
That has to count for something right?
-=C
WTF
Some pretty big shit is going on. Don’t even have all the details but I’m worried. I don’t know what we’re going to do. It’s one of those days where all I want to do is drink or die, it’s all over either way. It’s been real. God. Damn. It.
CHIM-
Oh, a boy can dream.
Been drinking, found a tumblr of gay couples. Made me think of the first time I ever made out with a guy. The feeling of his stubble against my face. I dunno, I’m getting all sentimental wishing I had a beau. I’m worth it damnit, ain’t I? I dunno, two things I want a sexy manbeast and to get back in college. Oh a boy can dream.
xoxo-CHIM
oesnoes
Two things I really need to do,
One. Get back in school, edumacate myself. Even though I believe wholeheartedly it’s a waste of time and money, I’d feel a million times better about myself proving that I’m as smart as I know I am.
Two. Find a therapist who specializes in gender identity issues. Start the transitioning process. My friends, at least to my face, accept the fact that I’m gay. I just kind of worry about them accepting me if I were to transition. Maybe if they understood what it’s like to feel like your body doesn’t match up with your head. I dunno, if I lost them, then I lose them. I gotta worry about myself.
Aside from serious business, I’m looking forward to getting my SWTOR on soon. Going to be a bad bitch like Darth Talon. The galaxy shall tremble. XO—-
-CHIM-
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
