#happy birthday transgender people

[sadbocchi]

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[dailyloopdeloop]

DAY 11: happy trans day of visibility!

[stargoyle]

Happy transgender day of visibility!!!

[frogsare-friends]

i feel like pride month is the perfect time to reminisce on two instances i've had of coming out, one very negative and one very positive.

negative: (very transphobic, you've been warned) coming from a trans girl: "you can't be "genderfluid" you're ruining all the work we've put in because you're a straight girl that wants to be special. you're not really trans so don't act like you are."

rating: -10/10, still to this day i feel uncomfortable identifying with the trans community and calling myself trans or even genderfluid, i just say i'm genderqueer abd get nervous when other people call me trans bc i don't want anyone to call me out and then everyone think i'm some imposter

positive: coming from my brothers: "we don't care who your bring home as long as they're not ugly. you can do better than that."

rating: 100/10, no notes. also had a lasting impact but that impact is making me giggle when i remember it

[sp3akfromtheart]

happy trans day of visibility!

[mistleclan-sideblog]

Last minute doodles of some of my favorite trans cats for today!

(since it wasn't included as a moon event I'll tell y'all right now that Boughstar is actually a trans man and Shadedbee a trans woman I just did it on my own instead of it being a randomized moon event)

[verondoid]

i’m so glad that i’ve gotten to a point in my transition where being misgendered by strangers is funny. i’m big and have long dyed hair and dress in semi-androgynous clothing so when i went out to my birthday dinner tn i got ma’amed when we first sat down. i was able to smile with glee when i ordered my food in the deepest manliest voice i could and delight in confusing our waiter who wasn’t used to a trans of my gender LMFAOO

[letters-to-lgbt-kids]

Hey dad

I'm a transgender (ftm) boy with unsupportive bio parents and tomorrow's my birthday, but bc of where I live and the school system, I'll be dead named over the speakers of the entire school wishing me a 'happy birthday' even though they're celebrating the birth of a baby girl who I don't have any attachments to anymore and nobody seems to want to celebrate their baby boy

My dear birthday boy,

I don't know which time zone you live in but you sent this some hours ago, so I assume "tommorow" is "today" now, so - Happy birthday! Cheers to another trip around the sun, may it be an amazing one! May this year bring more joy than you could ever imagine.

We don't know each other personally, of course, but I can say honestly that I'm so glad you were born, so this day is definitely a reason for me to celebrate as well. Thankyou for being here with us today!

Birthdays can be hard when you're getting misgendered and I can only imagine how painful it must be over the speakers. As I'm a bit late in answering, I assume this already happened, so all that I can say now is just: I'm sorry that happened and I can imagine all the painful feelings it brought up. Hopefully you can leave it behind you quickly and find positive things to look forward. If you can't think of anything, then i'm sure some of my followers will want to wish you a happy birthday as well, so maybe looking through the comments on this post will be something positive and uplifting for you!

You deserve to be celebrated just the way you are. And if it's of any comfort, my life experience (and that of my fellow trans friends) tells me you will be. You got a year older - and as a general rule of thumb getting older also means getting closer to freedom. Time goes on, and it brings new people in your life, and some of them will be lovely and supportive and see the real you.

But that's just a little reminder of the future. You live in the present, and right now and here you are allowed to feel hurt. All feelings are valid, even on a birthday.

For now, my anonymous birthday boy, I'll make a bad dad joke and tell you "Happy birthday, my son-shine!". But seriously, congratulations on growing into the man you are. I'm proud of you and I stand with you.

With all my love,

Your Tumblr Dad

[cara-carabowditbowdit]

happy birthday transgender people

[musicalmonomania]

i saw the tv glow is an example of what psychological horror SHOULD be.

i absolutely adore psychological horror as a film genre and i saw the tv glow is the PERFECT example of what makes psychological horror “psychological horror.”

it’s a movie that sticks with you and makes you feel dread. the idea of telling a story about the trans experience through a horror movie is such a unique concept, and jane schoenbrun does it in such a beautiful manner. the whole birthday party scene at the end? absolutely phenomenal acting. justice smith the legend that you are!!! and he does such a great job at conveying the horror that trans people experience, especially if they’re struggling to accept their identity.

this is what psychological horror should be. it should stick with you and fuck you up and make you feel empty and dreadful. bonus points if, like i saw the tv glow, there’s some kind of message/meaning to the movie. that really makes it all the more impactful. the fact the people who don’t understand this movie are (most likely) cisgender is very telling. i wonder why? that is a rhetorical question, by the way.

in a way, being transgender can feel like you’re starring in your own psychological horror movie. i am grateful that i learned to accept my trans identity, because after watching i saw the tv glow, i’ve come to realize i truly wouldn’t be happy if i continued to identify as cis. this movie is a harsh reminder of what i could’ve been now and back then. an alternate unhappy ending.

but then, there’s the whole “there is still time” message — a reminder that it’s never too late.

to all of my fellow trans friends — you’re going to be okay. hang in there.

[romanarose]

About a Girl: Chapter 1

Beautiful header by my beloved @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

Joel Miller x Trans!Fem!Reader (Nickname, Blue)

Series Masterlist : The Last of Us Masterlist : Full Masterlist

Summary: Joel is a simple man. He goes to work, he takes care of his kindergarten age daughter, he tries to make sure Tommy doesn't die and occasionally Tess comes over. He works on Frank and Bill's farm with Tommy, Tess, and another coworker, Max. For his birthday, Tommy drags Joel out to a local grunge band's show, music he knows Joel hates. Joel is surprised to find Tess's girlfriends best friend, a girl they all call Blue because of the blue in her hair, has caught his attention.

What he doesn't know is she is trans. When he finds out, he's very confused, not because he judges her, but because he's not sure what it means for him. Does it make him gay? What does trans even mean? He's very confused. Still, despite all the confusion Joel has an open mind and he just knows that he has a lot of feelings for you and he wants to try. Joel goes on a journey of learning, not only what your trans identity means but also how to take care of himself, how to set boundaries, and learning he doesn't need carry the whole world on his shoulders.

Joel loves country, is as yeehaw as they come. Blue loves grunge, and looking as edgy as she can get by as a school teacher. Can you and Joel make it all work with the one thing that bonds them both together; flannel?

Warnings for whole fic, not chapter by chapter: 18+ ONLY!! I cannot warn against everything, but these are major themes. Joel is a lil ignorant but not out of hate. He just doesn't know. He's trying his best. There will be smut. Penetrative sex, all of the anal play, oral. There will be transphobia from other people. Addiction and alcoholism. QUICK child neglect not by Joel but I promise, Sarah is fine and is having a great time in life. Fetishization of women attracted to women by a shitty guy. Will update as needed. Again, this is adult content. Expect adult content.

Immersivity: Reader is transgender, AMAB female, reader has had gotten bottom surgery, not top, and is on hormones. reader has visible hair and a blue streak in hair, but not described. Could be braids, could be natural hair, whatever. Header is for aesthetics only. Reader is about Joel and Tommy's height. Let me know if i miss anything!

A/N: I am not a trans woman, but I am trans. I am doing my best research! If I got something wrong or accidentally say something offensive, please tell me! Same with Sarah's hair. I learned a LOT about black hair care from living with my black roommate for 2 years, and watching a lot of youtube. Again, if im incorrect or offensive, let me know and ill correct! I just want Joel to care about his daughters hair <3

TRANS LIVES MATTER! TRANS YOUTH MATTER! TRANS ELDERLY MATTER! TRANS WOMEN MATTER! TRANS MEN MATTER! NON BINARY TRANS MATTER!

It all started with Tommy, as most adventures do. Joel was certain Tommy would make sure to mention that fact during his best man speech.

“You have got to get out more. You’re making me stir crazy just watching you sit at home.”

Joel rolled his eyes, packing Sarah’s lunch. He was happy to throw in some plums, Sarah’s favorite fruit, that he got from the food pantry. Since Sarah started kindergarten and he didn’t have to pay for nearly as much childcare, things had gotten less horrifically tight financially but now he was playing catch up. Catching pneumonia last winter had drained his little savings with an ER visit. Joel desperately wanted to not rely on charity, but he also didn’t want Sarah to go without. 

“How would you know, you’re never even home.” Since getting out of the army, Tommy has not adjusted well. Joel was happy to let him live in the house he built for his ex-fiance on his parents land they gifted when Sarah was born. Tommy was a help with Sarah and was good company when he wasn’t out partying.

“Hey.” Tommy looked a little offended. “I’m here plenty. Just ask Sarah.” Sarah adored her uncle.

Joel sighed. “You’re right.” He wasn’t. “But I ain’t going. I can’t afford that, and I’d like to spend my days off with Sarah.”

Tommy tossed a cosmic brownie from the box he bought into Sarah’s lunchbox. “Come oooooon. Sarah loves the babysitter, and one night out won’t traumatize her forever. I’ll pay for the sitter, I already got tickets and I’ll even cover your drinks.”

Joel would rather the money go towards Sarah’s next dental appointment, but he couldn’t tell Tommy where to spend his money, and he knew there was no saying no to his brother when he gets like this. “How many bands are playing? I ain’t sitting through three openers, Tom.”

“Just one! You’re coming!” Tommy ran out of the kitchen and took the stairs two at a time before Joel could protest. “Sarah! Guess who gets to hang out with Jessica tonight!” Joel could hear the sound of springs bouncing as Sarah cheered and called out if the bed breaks, Tommy’s fixing it.

After getting Sarah dressed, he sat her down on a chair in the kitchen and looked at the clock. “Only got time for a ponytail, baby girl.” Joel had figured out some simple hair care for thick hair he wasn’t quite equipped to work with. Before Sarah was born, he didn’t know how to do a single braid. Joel had practiced a little before Tommy had to chop off his hippie curls for the army but he still was lost in a lot of ways. 2 years ago, Joel must’ve looked particularly lost in the ethnic hair aisle with Sarah in the cart and a kind woman guided him to some hair gel, argan oil, and an edge brush, scribbling a few instructions on some scratch paper. That’s what's gotten him through this far. Joel kept thinking he needed to reach out somewhere or maybe find a book… but with what time? 

Kayla, Sarah’s mom, wasn’t much help either. Kayla was mixed and absolutely inherited the polish side as far as hair, where Sarah got her late grandma’s genes. Kayla wanted to chemically straighten Sarah’s beautiful curls last year when she had her over Easter, but Joel put his foot down. When she was older, if she wanted to do whatever she wanted with her hair, braids, relaxed, wigs, she could but there was no way he was letting all those chemicals into a 4 year olds head just to make it “easier.” Joel could handle it.

She looked cute with her little puffball on the top of her head, anyway. 

“TOMMY! LETS GO!” Why was Tommy harder to get out the door than Sarah was?

Little hands tugged at his shirt. “Daddy I want coffee.” 

“No baby”

“Why?”

“It’s not good for little kids.”

“Uncle Tommy lets me have coffee.”

Joel sighed loudly. “Of course he did. Well, Sarah, that’s an uncle thing, I don’t know what to tell you. TOMMYYY!”

Tommy’s heavy footsteps clomped down the steps, dashing out the door. “Come one Jojo, whatcha wait’n for?”

*

How did little kids have so much energy in the morning? Tommy included. Sarah was chatty as ever on her way, talking excitedly about the eggs in the classroom's incubator. He tried to pay attention, he really did, but he was busy trying to figure out what bills he still owes. It was only September, one month into not having to pay out the ass for Sarah’s daycare. Was he even gonna be able to catch up at all before the summer comes? Her mom said she wanted to take her for the summer, but she was single right now and slightly more involved. When she finds a new man, she suddenly becomes much less interested in her child. Joel didn’t want Sarah around strange men all the time either.

“Daddy? Daddy? Daddy? Daddy?”

Tommy nudged Joel, calling him name for Sarah’s attention.

“What?” Joel said, not unkindly but perhaps a little too harsh than he wanted to speak around his daughter. 

“Happy birthday daddy.”

Joel closed his eyes briefly, wincing at his prior tone. “Thank you baby. I’ll bring home a cake, how about that.” He felt like he could cry, snapping at his sweet girl for trying to wish him happy birthday. He was so bad at this.

Both children in the car cheered.

Joel dropped Sarah off with several kisses on her forehead, then ran off to the truck. He might just be on time if he speeds a bit. He didn’t speed with Sarah in the truck, he was less careful with Tommy. 

“Just in time!” Tess’s voice greeted them in the farm house. “You guys eat?”

She knew the answer. Sarah’s kindergarten had a free breakfast program, leaving Joel and Tommy on their own and god knows they didn’t take proper care of themselves. Luckily, they had great bosses.

Joel, Tommy, and Tess all worked for Bill and Frank on their farm. Joel had stumbled on this job shortly after Kayla left and God, what a blessing. Bill and Frank had trouble finding help being the only gay farmers on the planet to felt like, but Joel wasn’t really in a position to deny a good paying job, not in this economy, not with a baby who barely had a mom around anymore. This was before Tommy came back from the army, and Joel’s parents dead a few years prior. He was alone.

That’s where he met Tess. She was something else. A woman working as a farm hand alone was surprising enough, but she was the first openly bisexual person Joel had met. Hell, she was the only the third gay person he knew of and the first woman. He’d lived a sheltered life. Still, Joel didn’t really see an issue with none of it. Wasn’t his business what two grown adults did, that was his thought on the matter. Not that he really had enough time to have thoughts on much of anything other than keeping Sarah and Tommy alive. When Tommy came back, he started working on the farm too.

Tess slid the men some pancakes, stating she knew it and went ahead and made extra.

Frank entered the room with something in his hand. “Wait!” He placed the item, which Joel saw was a candle on the the pancake.

“Oh, no, you guys don’t gotta-”

“Shut the hell up, Miller.” Bill entered the room with a pack of cigarettes in one hand and a lighter in the other. He lit the candle, and then a cigarette. 

Frank took it out of his hand, putting it out under the sink. “If you absolutely must smoke, you’re not smoking inside our home.” He then turned back to Joel. “Happy birthday, Joel.” The forth employee, Max, enters the farmhouse and then embarrassingly, Franks leads everyone (except Bill) in a very shitty rendition of happy birthday.

*

“Hey,” Tess nudged Joel as she attempted to fix the clutch without calling Bill up. “You coming tonight?”

Joel rolled his eyes. “Yeah, Tommy convinced me. He also told Sarah it’s my birthday so now I gotta bring home cake and do a bit of the birthday thing with her. I was hoping to avoid it another year.”

She laughed at that. “Ah come on! It can’t be that bad.”

“She’s not, it’s my birthday that is.” 

“I know.” Tess patted his back.

Joel and her worked in silence for a moment, but he figured this was as good a time as any. “Hey uh… so. You and Tommy.”

Tess smirked, but didn’t look at him. “What about my dear friend?”

“Well uh, that’s just it…” Joel cleared his troat, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s just, you guys been spending a lot of time together, and I’m just… well you know he’s at tough spot right now…-”

“When isn’t he?”

“Right. Well. I’m just wondering… Well.”

With a chuckle, she put down the wrench and turned to look at Joel with a smile. “You’re wondering if Tommy and I are an item.”

Cringing hard enough his eyes were closed, Joel nods.

“Don’t worry about your baby brother, he can handle himself.”

“Can he?”

“Joel. Look at me.”

Joel forced his eyes open.

“Tommy and I fuck sometimes to blow off steam, don’t act you’re much different.”

“It was one time!”

“It was 4 times, glad to know that I’m that forgettable.” Tess continued with her teasing before Joel could protest. “Listen, I know you’re worried about him, but Tommy and I aren’t interested in dating each other. It’s just for fun sometimes. Tommy puts up a tough front but I’d eat that boy alive.”

Finally, Joel laughed. Yes, she would.

Tess went back to work. “Besides, you’re meeting my new girlfriend tonight, birthday boy.”

*

Joel was exhausted, washing his hands and forearms and face before leaving to get Sarah. He tried to stay as clean as possible for Sarah. She didn’t need to know how hard he worked for her.

“Hey Joel, I get to watch Sarah this fall don’t I?” Frank asked as he sauntered into the kitchen. 

Joel tried to protest, as he did every year, but it was merely a formality to be polite. He couldn’t afford childcare in the late hours it took to get harvest done. Hopefully it wouldn’t be so bad now that Max was hired on, he didn’t see Sarah hardly at all harvest. Joel would come back to the farmhouse to find Sarah asleep on the couch with Frank, who was no help with farming. He handled the finances and paperwork, and functioned as a babysitter in pinches. Joel was forever indebted to the couple, inclduding Bill despite his facade of toughness.

“Nonsense Joel. I look forward to seeing her every time.” Sarah fucking loved Frank. He was teaching her painting and how to have a proper tea party, real tea and all. But with a lot of sugar. 

Speaking earnestly, Joel tried to express his appreciation. “Thanks, Frank. I appreciate it. I couldn’t do this without you.”

Frank clapped Joel on the shoulders, sliding him a card. “Thank you for everything you do. We really value you. I know Bill doesn’t say it much, or at all, but we appreciate you here.” He walked off, knowing Joel would protest the $500 cash inside the card.

*

“Daddy! Daddy! I made a friend!” Sarah exclaimed excitedly, running up to her father still covered in her paint smock that quickly transferred the red and blue onto Joel’s jeans.

“Is that so? Who is it?”

Sarah pointed to a little brunette girl sitting in time out. “That’s Ellie! She’s in trouble because she pretended a block was a gun.”

“Oh.”

*

At home, Joel went through the evening routine with Sarah, Tommy having gone with Tess to pre-game. He fed her as much of the macaroni she’d eat, bathed her and made sure to make things as easy for the sitter as possible. When Jessica came over, a nice local teenager that was great with Sarah, he briefed her as he tried to clean up the kitchen. 

“Daddy? Where’s the cake.”

Goddammit of course he forgot something. He just can’t do anything right, can he? He was a shitty dad, a shitty brother, a shitty boyfriend, a needy employee-

“Where's the birthday boy!” Tommy burst in, followed by a group of people, some he knew, some he didn’t. With him was Tess carrying a cake.

“TESS!!!!!!” Sarah shouted, but went more for the cake she carried.

“Hiya, love bug!” She patted her ponytail. “Ready to sing happy birthday at the top of your lungs?”

Hadn’t she had enough happy birthdays? She must’ve known he’d forget the cake. They hadn’t been pregaming at all, they were making him a cake.

Tess hands the cake to Tommy, then gestures to the women next to her. Dark skinned, tall, her hair in… locks? Were those called locks? He was cooked. He needs to learn hair. “This is Talia, my girlfriend.”

Talia smiled brightly, extended a hand which Joel shook. “So nice to meet you, Mr. Miller. Tess talks a lot about you Tommy and Max, it’s nice to put faces to the names.”

“Please, Joel is fine. I may ache like an old man, but I’m not one yet.” Joel joked with a soft but tired smile. He turned to tess. “Max coming?”

“Yup.” She shot him a look to be nice. Joel wasn’t fond of max. Good worker, shit head of a person. Joel knew he couldn’t really blame all Tommy’s shit on bad influences, but Max didn’t help. “And this,” She gestured over to another woman who he had just been too flustered to notice until now. “Is Talia’s best friend.”

You were absolutely fucking stunning, unlike anyting he’d ever seen in his life. Tight white tank top, tight leather pants and a leather jacket. In your hair was a streak of vibrant blue. Your eyes connected with his and for a moment, he forgot about all the other people in the room. 

“Oh, um, hello,” Joel shook your hand when he snapped out of it, repeating your name.

You smile at him. “Actually, most people just call me Blue.”

A small voice from Joel’s hip. “Is that because of your hair? Why is it blue? Are you sick?”

“Sarah! Don’t be rude.”

Chuckling brightly, you promise it’s okay and crouch down to Sarah’s eye level. “I’m not sick. I actually dye it like that.”

“But why?”

Internally, Joel groaned, thinking you’d take offense at the line of questions Sarah’s certainly had ready, but you just answered. “Well, I think it makes me look pretty, just you’re cute hair style makes you look pretty.”

Sarah lit up at that. “My daddy did it!!!”

“He did? That’s so awesome! You have such a nice daddy.”

Sarah nodded in avid agreement. “He’s the BEST!”

Joel couldn’t help smiling at that. He always felt like he was failing her, but she loved him regardless. “I can’t do a lot, but I’m trying to learn. I can do a mean ponytail.” Joel caught Tommy smirking at him.

Once the babysitter took Sarah to wash up for cake, Talia quietly spoke to Joel, still attached to Tess's arm. “Tess told me her mom isn’t really involved. I’d love to help you learn how to care for black hair.”

Joel felt his heart drop. “Oh shit, does it look terrible? I really tried but I don’t even know where to go and-”

Talia cut him off with a laugh and a hand up. “No, not at all! It looks very healthy. I just mean if you’d like to learn how to do more, especially as it gets longer.”

Always embarrassed to ask for help, he always swallowed his pride for Sarah. “Yeah, yeah actually I’d really like that… I’ll play yuh, don’t worry I wouldn’t make you do it for free-”

She attempted to say he didn’t need to pay, but Tess told her it was useless to try and fight. Joel figured the bonus from Bill and Frank could pay for Sarah’s dentist cleaning and the rest he could pay Talia. 

After a terrible happy birthday and saying goodbye to Sarah longer than really necessary, Joel was dragged out of the house to go to some shitty local grunge bands show for his birthday.

Joel fucking hated his birthday.

Thank you thank you thank you!!!!! I can't beleive people actually wanted to read this!!! We need more trans rep in this fandom <3

First chapter setting things up, then one chapter per week for 6 weeks for my Oscar/Pedro pride event!!! each chapter 2-7 will follow themes of the week until the happy end <3

MEET THE OC'S

Talia Monroe

Tess's girlfriend, Blue's bestfriend. Talia is joyfriend and high energy. She offers to help Joel learn black hair to properly care for Sarah.

Max Waltz

Works on the farm with Joel, Tommy, and Tess. Tommy likes him, Joel hates him, Tess ears towards liking him but tries to keep him in check. Max is a generally barzen man, hates his wife, is loud and annoying to Joel.

Kayla Carter

*no face claim right now*

Joel's high school sweetheart and ex-fiance, Sarah's mom. Kayla is in an out of sarah's life, lives out of town and is only around when its convinient, leaving Joel with alone.

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[storm-angel989]

hello!

today was my birthday, and i was wondering if you could write some comfort?

Val x teen trans reader? My friends kept teasing me today for being trans and I was wondering if Val Vel and Vox would be there for reader :)

Hi friend,

First of all- Happy Birthday! The world is a better place because you were born into it. <3 I'm sorry that you're going through this, I hope this story brings you a bit of comfort and love today and every day!

<3 Mandy

The ones who made fun of me did so relentlessly. 

It didn’t matter that I was the child of one of the highest ranking overlords in the pride ring. It didn’t matter that my father, Valentino, was literally the overlord of lust and depravity. It didn’t matter that he was in a well known polyamorous relationship with my Auntie Velvette and Uncle Vox.

But Satan Forbid I come out as transgender. 

Genderfluid, I technically identified as. Flowing through outfits with the self I identified the most with that day. Some days that meant more masculine, some days more feminine but for the most part, I dressed in between, my styles ebbing and flowing. In a school setting, that meant my uniform switched from the skirts required for the girls, and the polo shirts and khakis required for the boys. Dress down days and school events meant whatever vibe I went most with. 

“So, are you a girl or a boy?” One of my so-called friends demanded the day before. “He, She, It?”

The question in itself wasn’t the worst that I had heard. But it was the tone, the mockery of the way the words were spoken that made me feel small. I tried to explain that it didn’t matter- I used both pronouns. But either way, at the end of the day, I was just me. 

“Fucking weirdo,” was the response. “Why can’t you just be a boy or a girl? Like a normal person?”

Feeling dejected, I made my way out of the school and climbed into the awaiting limo. Was I wrong, I wondered, for expressing how I felt? Was I wrong for being who I was? With each passing second, the sadness in my chest grew. I stepped out of the limo and into the flat I called home. I tossed aside my school uniform and pulled on a pair of pajama pants and t shirtI struggled to do my homework, struggled to find something to keep my mind off of the cruel words spoken. But instead, they kept playing on repeat. 

“Kiddo? Dinner time,” my Uncle Vox called. 

I wasn’t hungry. But skipping family dinner was never an option. I begrudgingly sat up and made my way down the hallway. I slid in my seat at the table and quietly nibbled at my plate. 

“Tough day, sweetheart?” My father asked. 

“You’ll feel better if you talk to us,” my Auntie Velvette added. “Come on, spill honey bun. What’s eating you?”

I kept my gaze down as “Did people…did people give you a hard time when you guys came out as poly?” 

“Someone giving you a hard time?” Vox asked with concern. 

Valentino held up his hand. “First we answer the question. In short, mi amore, no. But for no other reason than we were already at the top of the chain of power. Why do you ask?”

“Cause, I guess….Dad, is there something wrong with me?” I blurted out. “My friends called me weird. A couple people asked if I was confused cause I wear both the boys and girls uniforms. Someone even called me fucked up, and I just…am I?”

All three voices flooded the table at once. 

“No, Bebita.”

“Absolutly fucking not.”

“No, buddy, no. You’re not. Fucking christ.”

I didn’t answer. Any sense of an appetite had vanished and I pushed myself back from the table. 

“I think I need to be alone,” I mumbled as I tried to bite back the tears.

“Fuck. No, that’s the last thing you need,” my father said sharply. He pushed his own chair back and his hand fell to my shoulder. “No. Hey, reader. Look at me.”

I felt his fingers under my chin as he tilted my head up to meet his gaze. 

“This is what we’re going to do, princessa. Tomorrow morning, first thing, I’m calling the school. You will not be subjected to blatant bigotry, teasing or bullying. You’re my kid, and I won’t stand for it.”

“Dad, I…”

He held up his other hand. “I’m not finished. I respect and understand that you’re a teenager now and you need your space. But I’m not going to let you sit and torment yourself relentlessly alone in your room. You can hang out with us, we can watch a movie, I don’t care. But you’re not going to go through this by yourself.” 

He folded me into a hug and for the first time in a long time, I rested my head on his shoulder a cried. Every fear, every feeling, every sense of self doubt flooded out. Before I knew it, I was on the couch with a cup of tea in my hand while my family listened. 

“We promise you, we love you just the way you are. There is nothing wrong with being trans, being genderfluid, hell mi amore, you could tell me tomorrow you wanted to get implants or grow out your hair. We don’t care. What we care about is your happiness, and you being comfortable in your body.” My father reassured me gently.

“And feeling safe and secure to do so in everyday life,” my Uncle Vox added. “That includes school.”

“And we promise, even when you’re scared or not quite sure how you feel- we’re here. You won’t ever be going through any of this alone,” my Aunt Velvette added. “We love you. More than anything.” 

[smalltestaccount]

Since i missed international woman's day ill talk about this today, trans visibility day. As this was one of the events that convinced me to stay stealth irl for the past 6 years. Which I guess makes me one of those "invisible trans people".

The first time I experienced real misogyny (besides very minor comments) was when I was 14 and started my transition a few months prior.

As lunch was ending and everyone was leaving the cafeteria (pre-covid) and this kid, that i considered my friend, put his hand on my thigh and said:

"happy international woman's day, you're a girl now so this is okay".

Then he left. I mean It was clearly a joke, but i didnt really like it. I just headed to english class or something and then didn't talk about it till right now.

While this was probably not that big of a deal, after a few more small things like that I figured that if I didn't want more bs to happen I should just not let people know I'm transgender. So I've been stealth for the past 6 years.

Also its weird that this was one of the two times I've been been wished a happy international woman's day (why would you even say that? its not like the birthday of women)

Anyways I guess the point i want to make is that trans women experience misogyny and pretending like we don't is bullshit. If you want women to come forward about far more serious events than this you should try fostering an environment where all women feel comfortable coming forward not just those that meet your expectations of femininity.

sorry this isn't a "haha easter is the same day" posts, I'm not christian. I couldnt really build up the courage to talk about it on international womans day or during that drama with Matt Mullenweg. Not that this was exactly a big deal but its just hard to talk about being transfem when people just want to say shit like "welcome to being a woman". And this is one of the best times to talk about stuff like this. Also in the past few weeks months ive been feeling really alone in being trans.

[lesb0]

If you want to be better about black women you don't need to become some sort of big left academic race scholar you can start with very simple things like consider us to be fully people (with human emotions and flaws and desires). consider us to be women and don't say that we're all manly/transgender. say congratulations or happy birthday, even when you're jealous. include us in your fun conversations. be around us the same amount that you would want to be around other people. who gets pushed away and alienated after a disagreement? who do you give a chance to speak and to be listened to? who are the people you are usually looking out for and defending? what do you do with/for us? why do you choose whiteness and maleness (or colorblindness!) if you claim to care about systemic change? etc!

[therealdoctorjellybean]

I think when it comes to being transgender some people hear it like a child going, "I want to be a fairy princess!" This being that fairies don't exist (that we know of.)

Except that they do. In video games, in stories, people even become professional mermaids and princesses for kid's birthdays.

It's not that you "can't", it's just people think the world should work a certain way. That instead of it having magic and making people happy, it should be gray without imagination, difference, or creativity. People want things they can understand, and when there is something they don't understand, then they get confused, angry, and hate that thing. When their dreams were never fulfilled because they lived by these rigid rules, and they see other people living happily, they want to take away and make them a bitter adult. Well, don't be a bitter adult, create, be the magic fairy princess, be the person you want to be.

[oxpogues4lifexo]

You could’ve had any life.

Childhood best friends, met best friend in your 20’s, friends to lovers, enemies to friends, love at first sight, never dated anyone, dated everyone wherever whenever, an astronaut, a doctor, a millionaire, in poverty, 100 years in the past, 100 years in the future, different parents, different siblings, different gender, different ethnicity, different universe, different lifetime, a teacher, a blogger, an actor, a musician, a singer, a factory worker, Japanese, American, English, Australian, Russian, Indian, brown hair, blonde hair, ginger hair, green eyes, blue eyes, brown eyes, freckles, dimples, skinny, curvy, dresses, tracksuits, heels, sneakers, nail biter, jewellery fidgeter, foot tapper, skin picker, anxiety, healthy, vegetarian, lactose intolerant, introverted, extroverted, short, tall, big feet, small feet, piercings, no piercings, loads of friends, one friend, secure family, don’t talk to your family, big dreams, no dreams, nightmares, trouble sleeping, disabilities, tattoos, never touched your skin, money saver, money spender, big house, little house, kids, no kids, cat person, dog person, loves insects, can’t look at one, draws, paints, plays an instrument, writes a book, has imaginary friends, can’t even create one, talks to themselves, finds it cringe, scrolls on TikTok, enjoys nature, loves sunsets, loves sunrises, loves the beach, loves the indoors, loves the ocean, loves the forest, prefers the cold, prefers the hot, watches movies, reads books, stays up late, gets up early, loves school, loves work, loves home, goes on runs, works out, eats lots, eats little, wears makeup, never touched it, 20 step skincare routine, just uses water, loves pink, loves blue, loves black, loves white, crooked nose, pointy nose, straight nose, curvy nose, wide smile, sideways smile, teeth smile, lip smile, cracked teeth, yellow teeth, white teeth, braces, uneven brows, perfect brows, moles, spots, bumps, scratches, bruises, birthmarks, thin hair, thick hair, people pleaser, girls girl, boys boy, mean girl, sweet girl, mean boy, sweet boy, shy girl, shy boy, outgoing girl, outgoing boy, gay, straight, lesbian, transgender, bisexual, history, geography, college, university, graduate, gap year, posts daily, 0 posts, 20 hour screen time, 1 hour screen time, horror, romance, fanfics, thrillers, pop, rap, YouTube, Netflix, tumblr, wattpad, vacations, Disney kid, marvel kid, dinosaurs, spaceships, cars, dolls, ken, Barbie, Toy Story, scooby doo, lord of the rings, Harry Potter, titanic, scream, Batman, Robin, vampires, witches, winter, summer, Halloween, Christmas, birthdays, valentines, taken, single, good, bad, happy, sad.

Except you were chosen to live this one. Only you. Why would you live your life being jealous of what you don’t have when there’s someone out there wishing for what you did.

Enjoy living, enjoy yourself, look at the beauty in life. Don’t let others define you, and be yourself. Everyone’s different and that’s how life is meant to be.

Let it.