alyangel-87

[alyangel-87]

To all my trans sisters, brothers, and non-binary sibs of the UK, stay strong. Fight the system and stick it to the man. No matter how much they stand against you, their opposition will NOT make you cease to exist. You are stronger than any court order. Who are these people to dictate who we are? They have eyes, but they cannot see. Le sigh… Perhaps if they could live a day in our shoes, they would know.

To my uk trans people and allies out there.

[alyangel-87]

I’m about to go for my morning workout and run, and thena lil later today, I’ll be heading to Kentucky to visit my grandparents gravesite. I miss them both dearly. I didn’t always see eye to eye with grandma, but I loved her, even if she didn’t always see it. Before she passed away, we buried the hatchet and finally found peace with one another, and I made her a promise that I would visit her every sunday and treat her to a nice breakfast, but before that Sunday arrived, she caught an awful case of pneumonia and she passed away. It was so sudden. It’s been nearly a year now. My grandpa has been gone since 2001. He passed away from cancer. He was a cheery man with a hearty laugh, but deep down inside, I know he was pained. He served in Vietnam, and I know that War changes people. Behind a smile can hide a shattered soul. I want to visit them and let them know that I miss them… Wish me luck today. There will be tears. 😭😭😭

[alyangel-87]

The work is easy. It's just so monotonous and time goes so slow. I get so bored, I feel I'm going insane...

[alyangel-87]

This made me smile. :)

Look at me. Listen.

You need to take that adorable transfem in your life—yes, her—and you need to pull her close, press her against you like she’s something precious (because she is). You need to stroke her hair, slow and gentle, let her melt into you like she belongs there. Rub slow circles into her back, let her know she’s safe, that she’s wanted. Hold her like a beloved stuffed animal, like something soft and cherished, like she’s the most natural thing in your arms.

Do you understand me?

Trans girls don’t just need love—they deserve it. They deserve to be held, to be kissed on the forehead like it’s second nature, to be reminded they are not too much or too little or wrong in any way. So take the girls in your life, the ones who make your heart race, the ones who make the world feel brighter just by being in it, and show them. Show them with warmth, with touch, with whispered affection. Let them feel seen.

Because they are your world. And you? You are theirs.

Now go out there and love them properly.

[alyangel-87]

Beautifully said.

It’s not really about what you do to become trans.

It's about that quiet moment—somewhere between the silence and the sigh—when you stop fighting yourself. When you stop holding your breath and finally let her in. That girl who’s always been there, under the weight of pretending, performing, surviving. You don’t become her, not exactly.

You remember her.

She’s not new. She’s the echo in your laughter, the rhythm in the way you move when no one’s watching. She’s the softness in your voice before you ever dared to make it real. And when you finally look in the mirror and whisper, “I see you,” she smiles back like she’s been waiting your whole life to hear it.

It’s not about the clothes. Or the name. Or even the hormones.

It’s about permission.

It’s about finally saying, “I want to be me,” and not backing down from what that means. Even if your voice trembles. Even if the world doesn’t get it. Even if some days you’re just so damn tired.

And gods, when that moment comes—when you let her out and she stretches into the light—it’s everything.

You walk different. You laugh different. And suddenly the world feels possible.

And maybe, just maybe, there’s someone out there—some sweet girl with paint on her jeans and mischief in her smile—who’ll take your hand and say, “Hey. You’re kinda cute like this.” And your heart will stutter in your chest, and you’ll realize that being seen like this, loved like this… it’s not a fantasy. It’s your truth.

You were never becoming a different person.

You were just learning how to stop hiding the one you’ve always been.

[alyangel-87]

Day 4 of Work was... weird. The initial 3 hours were fine. I was listening to music, doing my work, dancing while I worked. After the half-way point, I felt a deep blast of pure sorrow invade my mind. It wasn't my sadness, it was someone elses. I couldn't sing, I lost the will to dance, time seemed like it stopped, and though I was working fast and hard, the dishes piled up in mere seconds. I also lost all my strength. I couldn't pick up heavier things, and I couldn't even open a bottle!! I was happy as could be before, to a sadness ridden wreck because as a empath, I absorb emotions, both good and bad, and this feeling was OVERWHELMING. Never have I been attacked by such a wave of pure sorrow. It was rough, but I survived the night. I can only hope that doesn't happen again. It made me really worry about my fiance. Sadness on top of worry is a dangerous mix for an empath. Wish me luck on Sunday. I'm gonna need it...

[alyangel-87]

So I have Windows 11 now

Microsoft said they would never force Windows 11 on people, but they went and lied. They forced my fiance to upgrade, so I decided to upgrade my computer by choice so he wouldn't have to go at it alone. Besides the basic right click menu (I know the Shift+Right Click Legacy Menu trick), I don't have any real issues with it.

[alyangel-87]

It's ya girls 2 day weekend off!! Treating myself to some sushi tonight and tomorrow, going for a nice run in the woods. Hopefully it ain't cold tomorrow, because today, it was FREEZING. 🥶🥶🥶

[alyangel-87]

Busy busy busy... Adult life things, followed by a 6 hour work shift. Ugh...

[alyangel-87]

Day 2 of the job was great! Boss told me I was doing very well, and that I was some sort of miracle worker. That makes me feel great. A newbie called me “sir” though. I don’t look even REMOTELY male, and I got “sir’d”. Ugh… Corrected him very fast. Day 3 begins in 2 hours. 2 days already, and I still feel nervous about going in. I guess the nervousness won’t reside until much later. I haven’t had a job that you commute to since 2015. Doordash was my last job, and that’s mostly no-contact deliveries, and has been since Covid, so I didn’t get very nervous doing that, plus I got to choose my hours since I can login whenever I want to work. This is a normal 5-11 part time job. At least my break time is flexible. I can choose what time to take my break, and I save it for about midtime. All is going well, but I worry about my fiance. He misses me when I’m gone, and he gets real depressed. I constantly think about him when I’m away. Makes me wonder if getting this job was a mistake, but he insists it wasn’t. I got this job, for us. We need this money to escape the dungeon that is the dark basement we’re currently living in. So I’ll keep on working, but at the first sign of my fiance falling into a deep depression, I will resign. Mark. My. Words.

[alyangel-87]

Wait... I can wear ear buds and listen to my Spotify while I'm working? Are we living in the FUTURE?!

[alyangel-87]

I got the job, and my first day went well! It’s uneventful work, but the pay is good, my team is chill, and my boss is a wonderful and kind person. I finally did it.

[alyangel-87]

I got a job interview today!! Wish me luck everyone!! 💕💕💕 Gotta admit though... I'm nervous...

[alyangel-87]

Not only are trans women real women—they’re the realest women.

We carve ourselves out of stone, sculpting our identities with love, resilience, and sheer defiance. We rise after every fall, brush off the dust, and keep going even when the world tries to convince us we shouldn’t. Every step we take is deliberate, every ounce of beauty and femininity we embody is something we fought for.

Cis women are born into it, but trans women? We become. We bloom in the face of adversity, shaping ourselves into the most unapologetic, radiant versions of who we were always meant to be. And that? That makes us unstoppable.

So here’s to my fellow trans sisters—the ones who dare to be, who dare to love, who dare to exist in a world that wasn’t built with us in mind. We don’t just belong here. We own it.

[alyangel-87]

Ugh, the job search is NOT going well… Ya girl is trying. Keep wishing me luck, everyone. I’m gonna need it.

[alyangel-87]

Yes. We are adorable. We are OH SO CUTE, and we are VALID. Don’t hate. APPRECIATE. 💕💕💕

Trans Visibility Day <3

Prepare to be perceived OvO

[alyangel-87]

I’m gonna have to start studying for the GED, because ya girl needs a job, and she ain’t gonna get a decent one without a completed education.