I am fighting through so much shame, I keep trying to claw back some feeling of self expression. I just end up feeling so silly and ridiculous.
Any clothes, patch of shaved hair, small affirmation, just mocks me in it's own way.
I am not sure what to do...how to keep going.
Always the holder, never the held
Always the giver of desire, never the desired
Always the strong, never the protected
Always the rock, never the violent sea
Always the grounded, never the mad
I feel so quiet, but I am screaming as loud as I can...
any expression of bodily autonomy by a trans woman is anti-patriarchal, end of story, i dont wanna hear anything else about it, i dont give a fuck what you think. if you disagree keep it to yourself i dont care to hear the slop your moron brain cooked up