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Category: Writing and Poetry
To me, to be transgender means to be, at minimum, two people: The person you spent so long trying to be for everyone else, and the person you actually are. The process of transitioning is to figure out that person you are, once you scrape off the person that you tried to be. I think the person I tried to be was very silly and fun, which existed in opposite to the pain. I still like to be silly, I ... » Continue Reading
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Category: SpaceHey
i was born in 2000 and i definitely grew up wishing i had a myspace account (i didnt know why anyone used myspace back then, i was on facebook first in 2012) and spacehey doesn't really satisfy the fact that i missed that, but i still enjoy this version. the part that i really like about spacehey is reading other people's bulletins and blogs. i also really like to edit my own page with html it fee... » Continue Reading
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Category: Life
my gentleness was beaten to the recesses of a small place, imprisoned in a dark room in the corner of my mind, and in the needle i smell what soft airs and looks have always eluded me: the presence of warmth in others and their knowing quietness, a gaze you can only feel if you know that they know, and vice versa. i want to run away, to cry, and give in to what i should do; to give up, to give up,... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I can't let go of the wish to do it all again, to just have one more chance to start over. I swear I'll do it good this time, I'll be happy. I won't pretend and I'll go from there. Can't you see I let go of all of it? All of what everyone would've thought of me? I won't care what anyone thinks, I'll just be. I have this vision of my room, adorned with blankets and posters and drawings and photos a... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Tears sign both faces, and the view remains. The meadow's course hides from here, the window tells no more. The dust-lined brow reminds me of time departed, yet we're here now. I feel the carcass of this existence scratching and tearing away at my insides, the tender and sensitive part the world doesn't want to see. You didn't want to see it, and so why should I? But it must go, it must go, it mu... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
I want someday to know that I have made the right choice, but I will never know until I get there. What, now, can give me hope to get there? What do I hold on to, when I am constantly reminded of my agony, my curse, my mourning? Can I drown in the kindness I give others, in the suffering of myself, so bountiful and free, or in ignorance of my unbecoming, plotting instead upon what was missed, tryi... » Continue Reading
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