Me, the kidnapper and the victim
Something something
Art imitates life

Sounds like they were right then I guess

Somebody told me that when I'm hurtful towards myself and lament my past and such, that I'm directly also insulting the entire trans community and I don't want that
So I feel like the only cure is to just
Stop

I don't know
Weighing between
Being myself (trans), feeling good about it but lamenting my own past
And
Being a bigot by lamenting my past

I think not being a bigot is my path to go
Which means not being myself

Would it help if I tuck you tightly into bed with some nice warm milk and read you a bed time story?

Paint net my beloved......

mid being like
In the middle of your thighs or

I'm not mad, per-se, I'm just
Disappointed in myself?

I know I sound like a massive ass
But I had to vent it

It honestly made me very happy seeing my idea 😭