Description: A meme in two pictures and two text boxes.
The upper image shows an anime-style character, joyous and smiling, surrounded by twinkling stars. The text next to them says: “You realize you’re trans.”
The lower image shows the same character, staring in despair, surrounded by darkness. The text next to them says: “You realize you’re trans.”
That’s basically how it felt for me.
Me when I cracked… “This isn’t even the most dangerous decision you’ve made this week. Place an order for thigh highs and let’s see if we can aquire skirt without it being delivered to the house and without having to interact with a teller in a way they’ll realize what I’m buying. If we’re still alive by friday we’ll go rollerskating in said outfit”
You realise you’re trans… in the UK 😔
Bottom one is me when I realized I’m Isogender and that people will strugle to understand and recognize me. even in queer spaces 😔
Hey you’re not alone.
Although I won’t pretend to fully understand who you are, I’m not even sure I do my own self.I had never heard of isogender, but kinda relate to.
I’m not trans, but I don’t feel cis either.
I have both masculine and feminine sides, although they’re not exactly clearly defined, it’s definitely there.
I don’t feel gender fluid either, in the sense that I’m always somewhat all over the place like this, which is something that doesn’t really change.I guess isogender is not mutually exclusive with other labels, although I mostly dislike labeling myself, which feels arbitrarily restrictive.
I guess, in a way, maybe that makes me somewhat agender, in the sense that I feel like the concept of gender isn’t much relevant to who I am as a person, although it’s also not absent either.I don’t really know how to describe this, but labeling myself always felt weird.
It’s like people expect me to fit on a horizontal male-female axis, but instead of being in a single spot I’m a Jackson Pollock painting stop-motioned mid-throw in zero-G.
I realized I am not trans but incredibly envious of hot women and their ability to have sex whenever they like. WHENEVER they like. That sometimes makes me dream of being a woman, having this privilege to act all decent but blow and fu** as often as I please.
But then I realize that as an ugly middle aged fuck, my biggest fantasy always was being sexually attractive (at least a little bit), so I keep searching the web for porn that fuels this fantasy, quietly weeping inside and pathetically wanking my way to my grave.
Pick any or all from this list that may help:
- Lose weight and adopt a fitness routine.
- Find clothing that fits, is in style, and looks like you dress with a bit of effort. Avoid graphic t-shirts and jeans paired together. Clothing shouldn’t be loose, and should fit your body well.
- Groom yourself. Shave your face, sculpt your beard. Learn light makeup. Shower, brush your teeth, and perhaps see a dentist; if your mouth smells like decay, no one’s gonna kiss you.
- Expend effort on what you look like.
- Change mindset and behavioral patterns. Be presentable, well-dressed, and clean, and don’t hunt for women; male-attracted women will come around sometimes.
It really is about taking care of yourself. No one would want a guy who doesn’t take care of himself. For that matter, when women exhibit similar, they’re ignored and rejected as well.
You got this.