what would he think, what would he feel...?

i'll never know. i'll quite literally ****NEVER**** KNOW..... and it hurts. i'm almost **embarrassed** by how much it affects me -- his lack of physical, material (in the reality sense) presence...

what would he say, if i **were** to be lucky enough to catch his eye...?

would he (dare i imagine) admit outright that i possibly endear or inspire him (maybe as much as the joestars with my noble cause)? or... would he *avoid* me -- the thought of something deeper never even crossing his mind? 💔💔

i told myself i'd get this jealousy of mine under control......... (SBSHSJSKHSHS)

...
what's the point.

and we wonder why some of our last bastions of true *hope* tend to drop like flies -- enabling the cycle of suffering to continue forever with no actual repercussion; no permanent, net positive sacrifice or change.

huh. what a concept ...

nothing's worse than the loud silence of a world gone blind self-inflicted.

... and it's all i ever hear anymore. all i ever sit and contemplate, knowing that its cadence will never end (not any time this century) </3

no /j... i really should.

hello moondancer mlp:fim

hello starreduste bluesky speedwagon guy

i literally went toe-to-toe with my massive, cishet male, abusive birth father over respecting & acknowledging trans people (obviously also including myself)

so don't you fucking dare try to insinuate i'm not doing my part/privileged. i've risked my short-stack, fem fucking ***LIFE*** OVER IT !!!!

my level of dysphoria (nowadays) entirely depends on how i am *treated* -- not how i physically look & feel anymore.

so in conclusion, the **WORLD** and its attitudes toward gender & sexuality need to change. not the people.

(CHANGEIFYOUWANTTOBUTFORREALDUDE,,I'MJUSTTRYINGTOLIVEHAPPILYJUSTLIKEYOU-)