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The Talking Dragon (🏳️‍⚧️☭)
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she/it, weird trans dragon/lizr/reptilian overlord (not a gimmick account), weird Marxist/cOMMIE/socialist/all, weird Voidist (faith thing) philosopher, generally weird. DO NOT RETWEET THE LIZRPOSTS (Please •ω•) P.S. Welcome to bug.net Note: (I am) dyke
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YURIPOSTING; Part 1:
Girly with the tism normally can’t stand eye contact, discovers staring into the big ol peepers of a gal she’s infatuated with feels oddly pleasant
And then they smooch and cuddle and watch video essays and stuff

#officialyuriposting
She is nothing short of a self-centred parasite, who only shot out my fleshen vessel on sheer luck, only to take that for granted and neglect it at every gruelling fucking turn beyond what would be useful to display me as a fucking billboard of her status, her wealth, how “good of a person” she is
And no matter what, she will think that she had a hand, she’ll blab to her fake fucking friends that she’s the one responsible for who I am today

She has had nothing to do with it beyond questionably having a small hand in postponing my fucking death
My transition, and becoming the girl I wanted to be was hindered in hundreds of different ways by my piece of shit mother and her delusional idiocy

I still became it anyway without her, just like I’ve done everything else for myself, and I’ll have to keep doing that the rest of my fucking life
And now over a fucking decade later I got HRT independently, the only fucking help I got was being pointed to a trustworthy independent organisation, and one that I’m sure won’t keel to throat a fascist’s boot at the drop of a hat too, which is nice
I was too traumatised to want anything to do with Fenway after that, and my mother being the braindead bitch she is somehow decided that meant I wasn’t going to get any gender-affirming care ever because I didn’t want to go back to that doctor
I went silent, and from there I can’t remember anything else other than hatred
I hated and wanted to kill everyone in that room including myself

And y’know what happened after? I was gotten frozen yogurt

Like every other time I’ve been hurt, traumatised ETC, I was given sweets to try to shut me up
My mother was already renowned for not giving a fuck about my consent, my rights, how I felt about literally fucking anything, so she simply forced me

I was pinned down by my mother and step-father, fighting and screaming at them to let go of me
The doctor yanked my pants down, shoved them back up
And so when I was told by the doctor that I needed to show her my dick so that she could check what stage my puberty was in for hormones, I was terrified and disturbed

I refused, but of course the consent and emotions of the child do not matter in the medical field, they may as well not exist
Thusly at the time I saw gender in a painfully binary way, I thought that to be a woman I would need to be as aggressively tradfem as possible, get full surgeries, ETC

I was disturbed by my penis, I was disturbed by every single part of my body, not mentioning all the other trauma and mind-fuckery
Pre-context, when I first came out I was extremely dysphoric, primarily because of what I was raised to think the world was
I knew that gender norms were ridiculous, but I thought that the entirety of society opposed my beliefs, I was already abused into fearing any opposition
Worse it was for gender-affirming care
I had an appointment with Fenway Health (nice that I have even more reasons to hate them now)

Nobody told me jackshit about what it was, what would happen, nothing
Here’s a fun story (it isn’t): at nine years old I was sexually assaulted in a doctor’s office and my mother directly assisted facilitating it
She justifies it by saying shit like “it was necessary” and “it was normal practice” (paraphrased, since she has the spoken eloquence of a warped Lowe’s 2x4)
Wildly unrelated to anything else I was ranting about: fuck daylight savings so fucking hard
Speaking of, yesterday was my father’s birthday, and I hope just the same of that one, just as much of a piece of shit if not even worse
Hell I hope there’s another relapse, I hope there’s a fatal drunken car crash, I hope nothing but death for a good quarter of my bloodline
I hope every day that you’ll have a prolonged enough lucidity to simply kill yourself, to spare me any more of your fucking existence so long as I’m stuck in this mouldy shithole

And to spare the rest of the world your repulsive fucking existence
I hope every day that you’ll have a prolonged enough lucidity to simply kill yourself, to spare me any more of your fucking existence so long as I’m stuck in this mouldy shithole

And to spare the rest of the world your repulsive fucking existence
You are my mother only insofar as you are directly blood-related to my flesh sac

You have never been my mother, and you never will be
The family that was there for me was never you, even if they didn’t fucking stay for me either
You are nothing but a fucking footnote in MY life, Lauren, I am not responsible for YOUR life being fucking empty and worthless, I am not responsible for most of your friends being plastic, and the rest staying out of pity and concern

You do not get to control who or what the fuck I am
She pisses and moans that I’ll “look like I’m homeless”, and tries to play victim, “what will people think of ME as a parent”

I am a grown fucking woman, nobody gives a single fuck who the fuck you are in regards to me
Even now she’ll bitch and moan at me for wearing clothes that look the same all the time, because boohoo I have a lot of same-looking sweatpants that I find fucking comfortable
Is there something wrong with me? Yes, far more than one something in fact

Do I give one shit? Only about the parts that actively make it harder to function
On a related note I need a butch lesbian woman who will play tete-a-tete baseball with me and generally just like, be a parental figure but also maybe just hold me and make out with me

(Why did I say “tete-a-tete” instead of one-on-one? Because I remembered it out of nowhere and because fuck it)
This is the first time I’ve encountered two lesbians posting about baseball on my feed at once methinks

And I do not know a dingdamn thing bout whatever is happening
BPD is so stupid I hate it it’s mean

What do you mean hearing that someone I’m romantically interested in (or even just friends with sometimes) say that they were out with friends/have plans with other people will make me want to cry and feel like they hate me because they have normal lives to live