i got to mosh again last night for the first time in forever. i forgot how much i missed pushing people and being pushed. its like sex but just the good parts
“Nobody is coming to save you” but your day literally gets better after you consume art made by other people. You hang w friends & you’re no longer suicidal, even if just for a few minutes. They’re lying to you about the significance of community. People are saving you EVERYDAY!
Let’s not forget that even if England win against Norway on Saturday they will then immediately have to march 200 miles south and play France without so much as a hydration break
before i decided to come out i tried everything else i could think of to change my life, and when i finally ran out of options it was that or k***ing myself and i remember having this moment of like "oh fuck i have to transition huh. damn it"
my entire life as a trans woman irl I've always been more comfortable hanging out with weird nerdy men who take a laissez-faire attitude to my queerness then i have with faux positive allies and petite queers because im way less likely to experience transmisogyny that way.