#cured of any and all dysphoria actually

[im-a-dragon-cawcaw]

Finally showered after one week of Very Bad Time Syndrome and let me tell y’all that felt great

#warm water can cure me actually #and it’s funny because all throughout the week I was still getting compliments on my hair meanwhile I’m feeling disgusted in myself #finally having the time patience and energy really kicks off #cured of any and all dysphoria actually #I can probably kill God rn #so sayeth karma #now if you’ll excuse me I shall have a warm meal and water

[t4transsexual]

yknow i dont love the "youre getting gender affirming surgeries? youre amputating HEALTHY BODY PARTS. what if someone just wanted to cut off their leg?" mostly because in my time working in hospitals, i actually did meet a man who did have an elective amputation of his leg while i worked in the hospital (im a healthcare worker when im not busy being trans online btw)

i cant give any information on him due to HIPAA and i think thatd be disrespectful anyway, but it was over a year ago i worked there. and sometimes in hospitals you have "regulars." which sucked; all my regulars were lovely people and i wish they werent in the hospital

regardless, there was a man there who was over 70, and one day i ask him what hes there for, and he tells me why. since hes gotten his knee replacement surgery some time ago, it keeps getting infected. he told me they keep trying to fix it but it keeps coming back. and he tells me he wants an amputation

he says hes reaching the end of his life, and if this is what it took to have a good quality of life so close to the end, hed do it. he didnt want to he in the hospital anymore. he said the nurses and doctors keep trying to talk him out of it, but this is what he wants

before anyone mentions, no, this is not a "crazy person" who is "getting an amputation because he wants to be disabled." he was probably autistic but clearly very mentally stable, he was depressed about being a frequent flier obviously. but this is an elective surgery. under no definition was this medically necessary. he didnt have a tumor, he didnt have cancer, he wasnt going to lose the leg unless he amputated it. he wanted it amputated largely because it would drastically improve the quality of his life

ive been thinking about him a lot since ive been going about the process of getting my gender affirming surgeries later this year. all things considered, he wouldve had more of a chance of having his ailment cured without amputation than i ever will having my gender dysphoria "cured" without surgery. if anything, i hope yall who make this argument understand that there are real people who may choose to get an amputation, and they dont HAVE to be "mentally unstable" to do it. neither of us are or were

and for anyone who cares, one day he greeted me from his bed with a big smile on his face saying he got an amputation, and i never saw him again at the hospital after that

#the only choice we made was to be as happy and healthy as possible #with the little time we have #trans #gender affirming care #transgender #transsexual #elective amputations

[couldtransitionsaveher]

ANDREW GRAVES from THE COFFIN OF ANDY & LEYLEY

JUSTIFICATIONS:

"he's very. . . nondescript. pale, skinny, wears these big baggy clothes that hide how he's actually shaped, has this kinda non-hairstyle where you can tell he just took a pair of scissors to it during quarantine to get it back to a sorta masculine length. dresses EXACTLY like an egg we've all seen the dysphoria sweater, andrew." - Anonymous

"She's a majorly repressed and depressed literature nerd who doesn't care to remember any of her male friends' names.

Even during a months long quarantine, she keeps a shaved face, plus only started wearing her big dumb sweater AFTER puberty.

Furthermore, her whole literally having a deadname! Like, yes, yes, symbolism and defining identity isn't solely transgender, but, come on, it's very sussy.

Her pathological obsession with her sister can be very much viewed as a twisted up form of gender envy.

Transitioning would either cure her internalized misogyny and be less murdery...or she'd become literally any mutual I see on tumblr" - Anonymous

No justification submitted - Anonymous

Reminder: Submissions are always open!

#could transition have saved her #andrew graves #the coffin of andy and leyley #transgender #trans hc #anonymous submission

[archangeldyke-all]

Hey ! It's my first request ever, so I'm not sure how it work. If you're not confortable with it, feel free to don't respond. I'm kinda obsess with an AMAB Sevika, can you write reader discovering a surprise pregnancy with a sex friend/flirt/crush Sevika ?

I like the way you make her express her feelings, it's pretty accurate with Arcane. Feel free for them to keep the baby or not. Thank you so much and thank you for your work. ^^

sure!!! i got another very similar request too so i'll combine them :)

Amab sevika really be curing my depression

Maybe reader and vika are married and trying for a baby? 🥺🥺 amab sevika is my beloved and I'd die for her

men and minors dni

you guys have been trying to get pregnant for about six months now.

a lot of it's been fun. flipping through baby books together in bed, sending each other videos of cute babies on social media, and the actual baby making process is a blast.

but some of it's hard.

sevika's stopped taking her estrogen to get her sperm count back up. as a result, she's been horribly dysphoric.

you've caught her crying several times, standing in front of the mirror with a pair of tweezers in her hands, her chest irritated from the plucking and picking she'd done. she's become obsessive in shaving her face, doing it two or three times a day. her metabolism's gotten faster without the estrogen, and the 20 or so pounds of extra padding she'd put on her thighs and hips since she started e years ago is starting to fade away.

you try your best to make her feel better, insist that you guys could always try ivf instead, but she's determined to do it 'the old fashioned way.' so, you just hold her when her dysphoria takes hold, pressing kisses to her hair, reminding her you'd love her with a full beard just as much as you love her now.

it's been hard on you too. the more time that goes by without a successful pregnancy, the more you feel like your body's betraying you.

how many times did you and sevika have a pregnancy scare at the beginning of your relationship, before you were ready for kids? hundreds. but now that you're actively trying, your period is as regular as it can possibly be.

you've decided that if you go another month without any success, you're going to throw in the towel and ask your obgyn about ivf. you can't take much more disappointment, and you don't like seeing sevika so depressed all the time.

but then, something happens.

it starts with your tits getting sore.

for a week straight, they're tender to the touch, sore by the end of the night when you take your bra off. you know it's one of the earliest signs of pregnancy, but you don't say anything, not wanting to get your hopes up.

but then you start getting sick in the mornings. you can't hide this from sev, and she's squirming with excitement beside you as she rubs your back while you spew your guts into the toilet below.

"this is amazing." she says, giddy. you groan.

"real amazing sev, i'm feeling great." you say sarcastically. she giggles and presses a kiss to your head.

"i'm sorry, honey." she whispers. you giggle and reach out to hold her hand as another bout of nausea overtakes you.

your period is a day late.

and then two.

you know this. you know sevika knows this. but neither of you say anything, too scared to jinx it.

but when two days becomes three, and then three becomes a full week, you start getting excited.

you don't tell sevika you buy a pregnancy test-- not wanting to disappoint her if it's negative. but you do buy one, and you take it an hour before sevika's meant to get home.

it's positive. you nearly pass out from excitement.

sevika comes home to dinner on the table and flowers in the kitchen.

you sit on her lap the second she sits down, swinging your arms around her shoulders.

she's smiling like she already knows, but she's biting her lip-- worried that she's wrong.

"i got two surprises for you." you say.

"two?!" she asks, her hands clawing into your hips. you smile.

"two." you say, nodding.

you reveal the syringe full of her estrogen to her, raising your eyebrows at her. she blinks.

"what's that?" she asks. you laugh.

"'s only been a few months sev, y' already forgot what your e looks like?" you tease her. she blinks and gulps as you wipe a cool alcohol wipe over her bicep, pinching the skin and bringing the needle up to her arm. you smile at her.

"but what about--"

"don't ruin the second surprise." you scold her as you inject the needle into her muscle, pushing her hormones in and watching as her eyes go wide and sparkly.

she doesn't even notice the sting of the needle-- she's usually such a wimp about it, but tonight, she's got all her attention focused on you.

"does that mean-- are you--"

"pregnant?" you ask as you gently place a bandaid over the tiny puncture wound. sevika's breath catches in her throat and her eyes get watery. you place a kiss on top of the bandage, keeping your eyes locked on hers. sevika's breathing is shaky, tears already streaming down her cheeks. you lean up to kiss them up. "you're gonna be a momma, sev." you whisper against her cheek.

at the words, sevika bolts out of her chair, holding you in her arms and running you to the bedroom. you laugh the whole way.

sevika slams you (gently) down onto the bed before jumping on top of you. one of her hands goes to hold your stomach, the other comes up to cup your cheek.

"are you serious?!" she whispers. you smile and nod, your own tears welling in your eyes.

"took three tests. all positive." you say. sevika whimpers, then swoops down to kiss you.

she fucks you like she's trying to get you pregnant again.

and then, when you're done and she's holding you in your arms, her hand still on your stomach, the both of you catching your breaths, the first thing she says is, "what do you think about athena as a girls name?"

"goddess of war!?" you ask, laughing. "absolutely not. i'm not dealing with another little fighter in the house." you say. sevika giggles.

"but it's badass! nobody'd fuck with her." she says, pouting at you. you laugh. sevika gasps. "she just kicked!" she says, pointing at your belly. you laugh even harder. "she loves it! we have to name her athena now!" she says, teasing.

you groan and push her face away as she chuckles. "you're fuckin' ridiculous." you say between your giggles. sevika grins.

"i love you so much." she whispers, tears forming in her eyes again. your laughter ceases, a sweet watery smile taking its place.

"i love you too." you whisper.

sevika grins and swoops down to kiss your stomach.

"love you too, little fucker." she whispers to your belly.

taglist!

@lesbeaniegreenie @fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity @love-sugarr @chuucanchuucan @222danielaa @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther

#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika #oh also! disclaimer i am cis! (...mostly) so if i got anything about the hormone process wrong lmk! #i did a little bit of reasearch but it was only about 10 mins #so any corrections are welcome and will be made asap!!

[sister-lucifer]

are you gonna do more ticci toby x male reader? i really really juzt adore your writingz with him- and honeztly, the x male reader haz really helped me cope with feelingz and dyzphoria, zince i juzt dizcovered that i'll never be able to tranzition medically

it'z totally alright if you're not going to do more toby with male reader! i don't mean to prezzure you; they honeztly juzt make me zmile during a zeriouzly tough time.

Toby Cures Your Dysphoria REAL NOT CLICKBAIT 

Ticci Toby x Trans Masc Reader 

Genre: Fluff 

Summary: Toby reminds you that you are in fact a handsome boy:) 

Content/Warnings: I guess implied reader dysphoria if that’s a warning? but like…Omg…guys…i think this is my first ever Toby fic to not have any real warnings. holy shit. oh my god. what the fuck 

Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio (request rules + masterlist in pinned post)!

Also, please reblog! it’s free, takes two seconds, and really helps me out 

Feedback is encouraged and appreciated:)

Not fully proofread! Let me know if you see any errors!

A/N: Although I don’t normally write fem reader, i’d actually be very happy to write a trans fem version of this for all my trans sisters out there:) especially since pride month is coming up. maybe i could do an enby version too! 

also, i see and love you fellow trans anon. id like to see you in my inbox more often if you have any requests. i’ll even assign you an anon emoji if you’ll let me:)

“C’mon, s-say it! Say it!” Toby pleaded, a crooked smile spread wide across his face. His fingers were interlaced with yours, pushing you back and forth playfully. 

“Haha, no!” You replied with a giggle, “That sounds dumb!” 

“But you h-have to! You haaaave toooo!” 

“No way!” 

Toby sighed dramatically, blowing a strand of messy brown hair out of his face. For a moment you thought he was going to give up, but since when did you know Toby to be anything but a stubborn hardass? 

He pulled you in to his chest, taking you to the ground with him with a rather jarring thump.

“Ow, you dummy!” You yelped, wincing slightly from the impact, though you couldn’t help but return Toby’s ever-present grin. 

“Eheh…Sorry! But it h-had to be done!” 

He wrapped you into a tight bear hug, possibly using a bit more strength that he meant to, but it did the trick. 

“I-I’m not letting you go until you s-say it!” Toby declared matter-of-factly. You quirked a brow at this, immediately attempting to free yourself. This proved less than pointless, and you were even a bit surprised at how strong such a lanky boy could be. 

You huffed in frustration, resting your chin on his chest as you glared at him, though you both knew you could never really be mad at him. It seems it was time to admit defeat. 

“Fiiiiine,” You groaned, “But you have to promise to let me go.” 

“Cross my heart, h-hope to die.” Toby replied without missing a beat. 

You were silent for a few moments, possibly debating all the life choices that brought you to this before you spoke: 

“I’m…a handsome and capable young man.” 

“Yes you are!” Toby added happily, squeezing you one last time before releasing you from his iron grip. You sat up quickly, crossing your arms while looking down at him with a feigned scowl. 

“Whaaaat?” He drawled, “N-No lies were told!”

“What’s with you?” You demanded, “You’ve been all over me all day; telling me how handsome I am, how I’m ‘such a perfect boy’…Not that I’m complaining, but it came out of nowhere. What’s up?” 

It was then that you saw Toby show the slightest hint of embarrassment for the first time. He looked away from you and toyed nervously with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. 

“Here…g-get off me so I can sit up, then I’ll t-tell you.”

You complied, watching him closely as you tried to figure out what could possibly be going through his head. He took your hands once he was sitting across from you, careful not to squeeze too hard. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds as he tried to find the right words to explain his thoughts. 

“I just…I d-don’t want you to be too hard on yourself,” He began, pausing and allowing you to absorb his words before continuing. “You are a v-very handsome, capable young man, and I-I don’t want you to forget it. E-Even on the days when nothing in your closet m-makes you feel good or…or y-you have to cover your bedroom mirror with a-a blanket…” 

Your gaze softened as he spoke, your hand floating up on its own to stroke his cheek. Not only had Toby been listening to you when you lamented about your struggles, he’d been observing you during them. As laid back and childish as Toby could be, he caught on to a lot more than he let show. It was moments like these that reminded you that underneath the unkempt hair and stained hoodie and scraped knees he was hiding some real emotional intelligence, especially when it came to you. 

When he cared about something his instinct was to learn everything about it that he could. It just so happened that he cared about you the most, and there’s a lot of learning to be done about the feelings and thoughts another person. 

You ruffled his hair with a soft smile which he quickly returned. There was no denying the hint of a blush that dusted his pale cheeks. 

“Toby…” You called softly, “That…that means a lot. Thank you.” 

He immediately lit up, pulling you into another tight hug. You hugged him back this time. He mumbled something behind your back, almost as if he was unsure if he wanted you to hear. 

“What was that?” You asked, pulling away.

“I-I said…I love you, dummy.” His words were still a bit slurred, his eyes avoiding your gaze. 

You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek and gave it a gentle pat. 

“I love you too, dummy.” 

#trans masc reader #male reader #trans reader #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta fluff #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby fluff #toby rogers

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

so, i scrolled through your blog for a second because i saw you getting hate on my dash. all your opinions seem pretty in line with mine, tbh. haven't seen anything on trans people, though—what's your stance on that?

So, quick run down, feel free to ask more specific questions if you want more specific answers, but basically:

Trans people--people who have been diagnosed with gender dysphoria by a reputable psychologist--have my sympathy. It must be horrible to feel like you're living in the wrong body. I wish there was a better treatment for this condition than permanent, body mutilating surgery, but unfortunately the modern medical industry is making too much money on "transitioning" to focus on finding the cause for gender dysphoria and looking for a real cure. If these people make a real effort to pass and act like normal people, I'm perfectly willing to call them by the opposite set of pronouns.

The pronoun warriors who treat gender as a feeling and are only being "trans" because it's cute and quirky and trendy are annoying and doing harm to actual trans people, and I can't wait for this fad to die down so teenage girls with self-esteem problems and daddy issues can go back to being emo kids. These kinds of people get nothing but ridicule from me. I won't use any of their, usually made up and absolutely ridiculous, pronouns.

The TRAs, though, are the enemy. They're the ones pushing trans ideology on children, destroying women's sports, and invading women's spaces, among other awful things. Those people must be fought and turned back wherever they're encountered. Which leads us to the last set:

The victims of the TRAs and the abusive trans medical industry that enables them. The kids and young adults with untreated mental illnesses, who are going through puberty, or are otherwise vulnerable to the manipulations of groomers and predators. These are the people who my heart breaks for. They're victims of a cult and they should get help deprogramming themselves and reversing any treatments or surgeries they may have been talked into getting so they can live as normal a life as possible. There's a small but rapidly growing group of adults who have had their lives ruined as children by predatory trans activists, and I wish to God there were more legitimate resources to help them.

[hbbisenieks]

i know someone whose parent is concerned that they haven't given enough thought to the idea of going on hrt, that they may be rushing into it, and that their doctor might just throw medication at the problem.

i understand that this parent is largely coming at this from a place of love (and i get how clueless lots of parents are about lots of things)

but it makes me laugh: this idea that someone might rush headlong into hrt, even leaving aside how Long it takes to even get an appointment to see someone who can get you an appointment with an endocrinologist.

i live in a place where i'm lucky enough to have access to a very good gender clinic that is in-network, and to live in a state where getting on hrt is easy and doesn't even require going through a shrink first and getting diagnosed with Official Dysphoria. when i actually said out loud "i want to get on hrt," it took me three weeks. but it took me most of ten years to say that out loud to myself or anyone else.

i don't know a single trans person who's done Any transition, whether that's been hrt, surgeries, or even just pronouns or wardrobe or name who didn't Agonize over that for ages. not a single one.

and i just wish that every "concerned" cis person could actually understand that. i wish they could understand and accept that most if not all of the messages they've gotten about trans people, even from Good, Liberal sources has been poisoned by transphobic rhetoric from people who play concern in bad faith because to some people, there is never a right time to transition.

there is no "social contagion" of transness. nobody is forcibly transing kids' genders. you can't walk into a doctor's office cold and walk out with a prescription for hormones and an appointment for them to chop your dick off 20 minutes later.

in general, imagine how hard it is to get treatment from your doctor, and then multiply that difficulty by ten, and you'll be getting close to understanding the hoops that many of us are made to jump through to access life-saving care.

when i went on hrt—hell, when i said out loud that i wanted to go on hrt—it was like a switch had flipped. within a couple weeks of starting hrt, my therapist said that i was so much happier, and i could feel it. it hasn't been a magic cure that's instantly made me never be sad ever again, because that shit does not exist. it hasn't solved all my problems. it can't, because a lot of my problems are external: capitalism and transphobia to name two of the big ones.

but it's changed my life.

and yeah, i wish that i could've realized sooner that what i needed was hrt, but i'm here now.

#trans stuff

[menalez]

What do you think of this

https://www.tumblr.com/animentality/715171325722984448

i think TRAs need to stop misusing the term genocide and fear-mongering while also criticising this because it is indeed weird as fuck. i looked up missouri laws and it doesn't look good. the laws they're trying to pass in missouri regarding trans people look concerning and honestly a lot seem to be violating bodily autonomy and human rights.

but then when i tried to look deeper into these, they didn't look as bad as initially presented by the media. i could not find evidence that that bill actually calls for genital inspections (which one source claimed that an ammendment allows for genital inspections if the school deems it necessary). i also found that the law actually doesnt let people just report people simply for being trans and nothing else. it's about violating a newly passed law around the surgeries if the person who underwent the surgeries does not fall under a certain criteria, and the person who is held legally accountable is the health provider not trans people. what this would do is discourage health providers from readily providing transition-related surgeries and hormones.

In April 2023, the Attorney General issued an emergency order declaring gender affirming healthcare for adults "experimental", and implementing severe restrictions on adult trans care - banning it entirely unless all of the following conditions are met:

The patient has exhibited medically documented, consistent, and intense gender dysphoria for at least three years prior to the beginning of treatment.

The patient has been through at least 15 psychiatric sessions over an 18 month period, at least 10 of which being with the same therapist, "to explore the developmental influences on the patient's current gender identity" and to screen for any mental health comorbidities.

Any detected comorbidities must be fully "treated and resolved".

The patient has been screened for autism.

The provider must track and document any adverse affects potentially related to the care for a period of 15 years from the beginning of treatment, and prepare it in a form that can be accessed readily for systemic study.

The patient must be assessed at least annually from the beginning of treatment for continuing dysphoria.

The patient must be regularly screened for any signs of "social contagion".

The patient must sign a written consent disclosure every three months for the first three years of treatment, and every six months thereafter.

The provider must maintain in the patient's records detailed documentation of said patient's compliance with the above regulations.

The order is set to expire in February 2024.

(source)

my issues with this criteria are as follows:

what does it mean to "fully treat and resolve" mental illnesses? most mental illnesses cannot be "cured", you can only teach people to cope with it. plus treatment for it could take many, many years. being treated "fully" may not even be possible in many cases. but then i read the actual document and the actual wording is "Fails to ensure that any psychiatric symptoms from existing mental health comorbidities of the patient have been treated and resolved". that's better wording bc that means they'd have to show no symptoms from other mental disorders, but i still think it's too broad and vague. like if someone is schizophrenic and has to take medication to not experience symptoms of schizophrenia, would that be counted as treated and resolved? what about being depressed bc of having dysphoria? what about treatment-resistant comorbidities? idk its just too broad.

being screened for autism-- okay fine, but then what? will them being autistic or not mean they don't qualify? there's no clarification in the actual bill, they just say that they should be screened for autism.

the social contagion one-- how do you screen such a thing to begin with? and why must it be done annually (according to the official document)?

so basically, this tweet is fearmongering and misusing the word genocide. the report function isnt to get trans ppl taken away and put in death camps, it’s to hold medical practitioners accountable and have them do adequate screening and record-keeping of the transition procedures they do. that said, some of the criteria is too vague and broad and that is concerning.

#anonymous

[accidentallystraight]

"Ah, Perry the Platypus, your entrance was immaculate. And by immaculate I mean completely maculate!

What do you think of my new rainbow ribbon trap, Perry the Platypus? I got all the ribbon at the Danville Pride Parade, which is also where I got the idea for my latest scheme! Here, let me tell you about it.

You see Perry the Platypus, I was walking home from the annual L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. potluck yesterday when I got caught up in this big pride parade. At first I was annoyed because who throws a parade in the middle of a street? But then I realized just how many people there were. Anyone who could control their opinion could easily be elected as the new Mayor. And that's when I came up with the idea for this:

THE TRANS-YOUR-GENDER-INATOR!

With this, Perry the Platypus, I will release a wave of body-altering energy that will immediately change everyone's bodies to perfectly match their gender identity and cure dysphoria! Trans women will have their ideal woman body, trans men will have their ideal man body, and nonbinary people will... I don't know, turn into dragons or something I guess. Point being, whatever they want to look like is what they will be! And once I announce this deed to the world, the Pride community will be so overwhelmingly thankful, they will unanimously elect me to be ruler of the Tri-State Area!

Now, just to wait for it to finish charging up. I had to train it with the hidden search histories of conservative politicians, so it's still scanning the computer for the last few bits of data. It should be ready to go any minute now...

Perry the Platypus, this is normally when you break free and destroy my inator, did I make the trap too tight? Here, let me cut you out so we can get rolling... wait Perry the Platypus where are you going? Perry the Platypus, that's not the self destruct button!

Perry the Platypus, you activated the Trans-Your-Gender-Inator? But you're supposed to thwart me!

What's this you just pulled out of your tiny little wallet? A Trans Lives Matter card?! Curse you Perry the Platypus!... which I have mixed feelings about saying since you actually helped my scheme!"

#perry the platypus #dr doofenshmirtz #trans rights #i dont know how to tag properly

[detransdamnation]

hey, i'm a transgender person who came across your blog while looking through some tags. i don't necessarily agree with much of your views (i'm very much not a gender critical), but your posts have given me a new perspective on detransitioners. i didn't hold any animosity towards them before (or much of an opinion at all really), but my understanding of them didn't have much depth. i just wanted to say that i feel a great amount of empathy for you. transitioning might have not been the answer for you, but i hope someday your dysphoria dissipates and you're able to find peace. you aren't a freak for pursuing a path that didn't end up being right for you, you simply tried to alleviate your dysphoria in the only way you knew how to. i'm sorry it didn't work out. and i'm sorry so many of my peers treat detransitioners with vitriol when we really should be extending our support to them. i apologize if this came off as me pitying your situation. i'm not good at conveying words through text, but i just want you to know that my sentiments are genuine. i'm sure this is kind of a weird thing to get in your inbox (probably even weirder coming from a transgender person, sorry). i suppose we're at odds with each other, but i hope you are able to find happiness and someone who will love you for you.

Thank you so much for this message, sweet. One of the driving forces in my decision to publish my mostly unfiltered turmoil in relation to my dysphoria (beyond the fact that I just need a place where I can drop it and forget about it) was/is the wish for people to gain this very perspective through my blog. I find that a not-insignificant portion of the gender-critical community consists of people who (self-admittedly) do not actually experience long-term dysphoria to the degree that I and many other transgender people experience (meaning they're just parroting talking points without a personal, in-depth understanding of what it is actually like to hate yourself and your body to such a degree and be so fucking desperate to just make it stop), while the wider detransitioned community (contrary to somewhat popular belief) do not actually criticize gender identity as a concept, and in fact, often continue to find comfort in upholding it post-detransition. I also find that the ways in which dysphoria is approached and talked about in both communities can be a bit... shall I say... missing-the-forest-for-the-trees in that there is so much emphasis on "curing" dysphoria (whether through the means of transition, therapy, or simply "growing out of" it) riddled into the ideologies that when they come across someone like me—someone who has continued to have severe, persistent dysphoria through transition, detransition, and pretty much everything under the sun—they, very often, have no idea what to do or say because I exist outside of the plane of generalizations they have based their beliefs off of. I believe, if you want to have an honest conversation about mental health, you have to acknowledge that you can do everything "right" and still suffer—I am living, breathing, walking proof of that shitty fact. I choose to be pragmatic about it, to show that both "solutions" to this internal nemesis have caused me pain in different ways, because I think it's way too easy for people—including myself—to forget that real people's stories are often much more nuanced and complicated than mere theories would have you assume. Maybe that's cliché, dramatic, pessimistic or self-defeatist of me. But it's messages like yours that show my decision has made the intended impact.

You have nothing to apologize for. I don't read your message as your pitying my situation (and even if I did, I'd totally understand, considering the content of some of my posts lmao). I'm so glad to know that you have found some value in what I have shared here, even more so that you read through my blog and came to a place of compassion instead of defense. I'd go out on a whim and say we're not so at odds with each other, seeing as how I do still live my offline life as a transgender person currently, although I understand how many would disagree with me on that considering my perspective. Especially in this past year, it can be very hard for me to not look at this clusterfuck of an issue and want to throw back all of the anger and hatred that the trans community has shown me in the past, I'll honestly admit that—but through it all, I try to hold out hope that we will move past this weird timeline of extremism (on both sides) and we will all be able to come to a place of mutual understanding that will benefit all dysphoric people who precede us.

#genuine fanmail #detrans #submission #text #my post

[cocogrrrl]

Hi! Can you do a TransMale!reader and Kyle fic where reader feels really dysphoric and upset while the two are in public because of stares 😭

And then Kyle corrects someone when they misgender reader 😭

It would cure my dysphoria 🥺/j

-📌🎀

real men

you arent feeling the best, and when you get purposefully misgendered, you only feel worse

kyle broflovski x transmale!reader cw: transphobia, gender dysphoria wc: 1050

an: as an enby person i feel like this was more self indulgent than anything, i hope this captures what you're looking for anon 😭

Somehow, something hits you at the worst of times, and then you feel like every single wave within you is crashing, and there is no way you can stop it. The particular stare of some people, the way you overhear how others talk about you, how they refer to you. It’s a reminder that you’ll never be who you want to be.

To many people, you just escaped the person you were. You weren’t actually trying to reshape yourself into the person you’re meant to be—you were just destroying yourself. You were stupid in their eyes.

In a way, sometimes you felt like they were right.

Were the new clothes, new name, and new identity all worth it? Because at the end of the day, one wrong move and people will know or be reminded of who you once were. Sometimes you believed that it’s no use—the changes you made—because all you want is people to accept who you were, which they didn’t.

“YN? Are you okay?” Kyle’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, waving a hand in front of your face.

You two were spending time together in the back of the school during your break, and you hadn’t realized that you completely spaced out.

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine, just a little tired.” You laughed, brushing your thoughts off. You didn’t want to worry Kyle at this moment. He doesn’t deserve to hear you wallowing. He’s worth more than that.

“Are you sure?” He said, raising a brow at you. You think he knows what’s going on, but you can’t tell.

You really didn’t want to bother Kyle or your feelings in fear of opening a dam, so you did your best to swat both away. “Yeah.”

“Did you get enough sleep last night?”

“Eh, I couldn’t sleep. I think it was 3 AM, and I was still wide awake” That was true, at least. You had trouble sleeping, and Kyle knew that very well. A double dose of sleeping pills could barely get you through the night.

“How much time do you have left before your next period?”

“Uh, 20 minutes.” You said, looking at the time on your phone.

“You wanna sleep first?” He offered, patting his shoulder.

“I had coffee a while ago, so I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep.” You smiled, shaking your head but still resting your body on Kyle’s side. What can you say? You’re a clingy person.

As you heard people making their way through the school grounds, getting to their next class, Kyle scrolled on his phone as you relaxed your mind and your body. Your thoughts eventually settled, and you felt a little lighter. You hadn’t realized that you were feeling better.

Until one person showed up.

“And here, you can see the covetous jew with his gay ass girlfriend,” Cartman said, waving his arm at you two from a distance like he’s some tour guide and you two are attractions at a zoo. He was showing and befriending the freshmen around since no one in his grade wanted to hang out with him.

“Dude, can you shut the fuck up?” Kyle rolled his eyes as he placed his phone down. “He’s my boyfriend, by the way.”

“I don’t get what you mean, Kyle. YN’s is so obviously a chick! She’s got tits and everything.” He spat, motioning to your parts.

“First of all, he’s a boy regardless of what you say.” He let out a frustrated sigh, closing his eyes tight as he relieved his annoyed feeling. He knew better than to start a fight right now. It’s not what any of you needed. ”Second of all, didn’t you identify as a trans woman when we were younger?”

He scoffed in reply as his jaw hung so low it was almost comical like it was saying ‘How dare you bring that up?!’ “No, I so fucking didn’t!”

“There was one time you dressed up as Britney Spears once and danced with a cardboard cutout of Justin Timberlake. Butters still has the video.”

“No, he doesn’t.” He mumbled, sounding defeated.

“Yes, he does, and I will call him if you don’t quit it.”

“Whatever, the video’s edited anyway.” He grumbled, motioning the group of freshmen to follow him as he would go on to find his next victim. 

Kyle let out a deep breath once more, the tenseness in his shoulders dropping once Cartman had left the scene. “Are you alright?” He looked at you sympathetically, putting a hand on your back.

“I don’t know…” You replied, your gaze now directed on the ground.

Your thoughts of earlier had swarmed back. They couldn’t just be swatted away. There’s always something that’ll rock the hive.

You just hated how he was just spreading that fact. It means that you wouldn’t even have a chance of appearing like a boy to others now. It feels like you were always destined to be a girl because of shit like this.

“I’m sorry he did that.” You could sense a hint of frustration still lying under his voice.

“It’s out of your control. I think it’s inevitable.”

“Don’t think that way. You aren’t worth his time or his bigotry.”

“I just wish people saw me as a guy.” You exhaled, bringing your legs up to your chest as you balled your body up.

“A lot of people do. It’s because you are one.”

“Yeah? That doesn’t stop shits like Cartman telling others that I’m not a real man.”

“Real man, this real man that. Who’s to define what makes a man anyways? Definitely not him.” He laughed, hoping to ease a little bit of your stress. 

“YN, you are a boy, okay? Just because you don’t fit into the construct that the fuck built in his idea of gender, it doesn’t mean that you are any less of a man. It’s his fault that he can’t seem to recognize the man you really are.”

You turned your head from buried in your lap to his view. You felt a smile creep on your lips. Even if people like Cartman would always be around, at least you had your boyfriend to be by your side despite everything. “Thanks, Kyle.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” He hummed, bringing you into a hug.

#📌🎀 anon #cocogrrrl's writing #south park fanfiction #south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski x you #kyle broflovski x y/n #kyle x reader

[old-school-butch]

Let me explain how i think so you can answer the question better: Personally i don't think being trans makes you perfectly that sex, like I've seen post surgical images, it's a rough approximation, also i don't think minors should get hormones or surgery. I think some people unfortunately transition when they had other issues like female shame to sort out. It seems like other people feel a gross discomfort towards their bodies and transitioning cured it or at least helped it. I just, with all the back and forth, I really want to support something that will help my friends who are suffering. ------ So if there's research into alternate cures, that's something I would be interested in learning more about. Because I just don't want my friends to suffer. I have a close friend who was born a woman and is mostly attracted to men, but sees transitioning as a way to fix the crippling incongruency he's felt since childhood, he sort of sees it like disease and cure. He helped me thru a lot of stuff like when i first came out. So i really just want to support what will help people.

That’s very admirable anon. There’s not enough kindness in the world so being good to people who’ve been good to you is a wonderful thing.

Having a body is a difficult thing, it seems, for many people. So approach this problem with this frame-setting: they aren’t alone with this problem. Age, ability, size, race, and any number of smaller physical attributes have bedeviled many people over space and time to varying degrees. This is not a special or unique issue, it's a human issue and thus you can learn from other people and their strategies. Much of my critique of the modern medical approach is its ineffectiveness in reducing suffering, and causing harm by trying to treat the wrong thing. Even the more difficult mental illnesses like dysmorphia and dysphoria have been difficult to medically resolve. The most effective strategies have been time, and the acceptance that comes with maturation over time.

Older research, led by scientists and not activists, who study actual outcomes instead of self-reported feelings over longer periods of time find little support for long term improvement in mental health with medical transition. I’ve knew a trans man who passed effectively, had supportive friends and family, jobs that were basically talking about being trans… who still committed suicide. It was my first eye opening realization that maybe this wasn’t the cure-all it was advertised to be. Further research has confirmed this for me - the benefits don't last because the promises are not fulfilled. You can't ever, in the end, be anyone you're not.

Friends with eating disorders who struggled to 'fix' their bodies to conform to their ideas only stabilized their health when they learned to accept their bodies as imperfect, or even unimportant, and focus on other aspects of their existence. With aging, I have found that I'm happier when I stop the search for new wrinkles and accept, with difficulty I'll admit, the loss of strength and poise that comes with age. Acceptance isn't easy - because underneath our fear of looking old is the fear of actually being old, the deeper fears - and truths - of being less desirable, less socially important and ultimately closer to dying. Fussing about grey hairs is just a distraction from these deeper unpleasant truths, but endless rounds of plastic surgery and skin peeling is a self-inflicted torment that pushes the pain down the road, but never resolves it.

Acceptance is not a passive process, it's a long and difficult journey, but still the best odds of success and far less torturous that standing still and feeling helpless in the torrent of unhappiness.

Acceptance is not about feeling suddenly happy about something that's unpleasant. It's still unpleasant, still frightening, but you take courage and face the fear rather than turn your back on it or try to bargain your way around it. It's a curious experience, but real joy can only come after you've tasted grief because grief teaches us that everything is fleeting. True calm follows the moment when you swallow fear and start digesting it, because fear guides us to where we can find purpose.

Acceptance is not a meek process, it's a radical and bold questioning of your thinking. Changing how you think can change the way you feel. This is the miracle of life, to keep changing.

So, how then do the thoughts about her body lead to 'incongruity' exactly? Why does she believe congruity is possible or even necessary? Is she imagining her 50 year old self when she contemplates her path into the future? What freedoms, what futures, what responsibilities change for her when she changes the evidence of her womanhood? How will people treat her differently? How will she treat herself differently? There are far more straight men than gay ones, how does 'being a man' serve her in her quest to find a male partner? And most important, what lies underneath? This is less about looking like a woman than a rejection of physical evidence that she is a woman. How is that going for her? Where could she take her life, if she lived as a woman on her own terms? She changes everything she touches. And everything she touches, changes.

[alexandersimpleton]

Au where Leland wins the battle and locks all three princesses up. Maria in a tower so high not even her birds could reach her, Lorena in the middle of a lake that she can't fight her way out of, because lake, and I haven't decided on Gwen's prison, but something underground.

But anyways, the CPC go to try and rescue them. In the moat around Lorena there's a giant blue sea monster big enough that it barely fits in the lake (it's quality of life is not that good) that's shaped like an eel with mote fins, guarding Maria is a red dragon that is bound to the tower with an illusion chain that it could easily break but decides not too for some reason, and Gwen was trapped by an armie of the undead, lead by one undead dude who looked kinda like the litch from Adventure Time.

In case you didn't guess it, these are Leland's sons. He cursed all three of them into being horrible beasts who only exist to keep the princesses trapped. For the two older brothers, their beasts had way smaller brains than humans, so they couldn't even understand the situation they were in. They're just two monsters that have strange memories. And from these memories sprouts fear. And so, Blaine and Lance are both turned into thoughtless monsters consumed by their respective fears. Until the CPC comes and gets a witch to uncurse them. First, they had to confront both about their fear and motive from guarding the princess. For Lance it's feeling the need to protect her from anything that might hurt her, and for Blaine it's mind-crippling fear of Leland. It turns out Leland royally screwed with them, however, so the cures would only be partial. Blaine's dragon-ness was derived more closely from his appearance than other transformation spells and so the spell couldn't be completely ripped away from his appearance. (Essentially, transformation spells are kind of like playdough. The original form is blue and the transformation is red. Usually these are separate and can be switched between, which is why most transformation spells can be cured, but sometimes some of the blue gets pulled make red, and it makes the two permanently linked. This is what happened with Monica's curse, and what is now happening with Blaine's) so Blaine still has a dragon tail, yellow where the white should be in his eyes, giant horns, and fire when he breathes out of his mouth or talks.

Lance, on the other hand, didn't have the problem. In fact, he could shift into humanity and into partial sea monstertude painlessly and at will. There were two problems, however. One, his brain could never completely shift back to humanity. He a sea monster capable of complex thought, not a human. Whenever Lance is human, it causes him extreme dysphoria. His human Blaine is just barely there enough to control his limbs decently, but his sea monster brain thinks that he shouldn't have limbs at all. One time the dysphoria got so bad he snuck outside and slept in a sleeping bag as an equivalent to a dysphoria hoodie. The CPC soon got him one of those shark blanket things that you can stick your whole body into for his birthday. The second issue was that Lance still counted as a sea creature. He needed moisture every so often, or he'd die. The more human he was, the more moisture he'd need. This was actually not much, no matter how human he was, but his body started freaking out long before it was even necessary. After only a couple of hours of full human form, his skin would start to feel dry and flaky, and his throat was sting, and his lips were dry, and he felt like he had been in a desert only drinking sand for the last three days. Of course, these symptoms didn't actually cause any harm to his body, they were just unbearably painful, so Lance tries to go partial sea monster, with a long blue tail shaped kind of like a whip, fish eyes, and a significantly thinner body shape.

And then there was Frederick. He had gone against Leland and ruined everything. Leland had assumed that cursing his sons into beasts had put them out of their misery, at least, so he figured he wouldn't give Frederick the pleasure. When the CPC found Frederick, he was on the ground, shaking. His flesh seemed to be rotting away in some places. His hands were only bones, and the same was true for one half of his face. They had expected some monster, but when Frederick shot up, but immediately winced. Cold mist shot out from his mouth as he spoke, greeting the club. He stuttered and his voice cracked. He was in pain. The CPC had managed to bring him, along with Gwen, back out to the witch. Turns out, he was just undead now, and nobody could do anything about it without making him regular dead. But there were some things he could do to make it suck significantly less. There were special bandages he used to hide his nerves, and couldn't scrub himself while he bathed anymore because that'd cause skin to fall off. It'd mainly just give him a heart attack and make more never to cover, but they still decided it wasn't worth the trouble.

So yeh. Curses

#cursed princess club #sorry for going a bit ranty there #this au is fun to write

[cure-icy-writes]

Next year’s treasure: a fucking elevator

So, Arven carries a lot of supplies with him. He’s got a weird relationship with gender where he’s definitely a guy, but finds himself relating more to terms like Eldest Daughter Syndrome and Mom Friend. He doesn’t consider himself particularly gender nonconforming; at least, not on purpose. He just thinks the binary of gender roles is stupid and he wants to opt out.

Why is it a gendered trait that he raised himself, that he shows affection for his friends by making sure they’re well fed because his mom and dad were never around to cook for him? Why is it a gendered trait that behind the uncaring facade he puts up, he's actually quite anxious, especially after what happened to mabosstiff, and he likes to be prepared for any situation? Why is it a gendered trait that he doesn't expect anyone else to take care of him, doesn't want to be taken care of as much as he desperately craves it, and keeps all his baggage, emotional and physical, to himself?

Still, it’s heavy. It’s a lot  to carry around, especially up the stairs. So, Penny is exhausted. All the time, actually. Her therapist says it’s a trauma response, that all of her energy goes towards processing and healing from the bullying she endured, and she’s been nearly a shut-in for so long that her constitution is shit.

And then there's her transition-- objectively, coming out of her shell and coming out to her parents was a net positive. Back in the days when her denial was at its peak, she buzzed her hair short, trying to prove something to herself, to her bullies. Looking back, that haircut feels like an act of violence against herself, but now she is growing it out, and has to admit she feels cute more days than not.

Dysphoria still flares up from time to time, but Penny's got a cute backpack, a skirt and patterned leggings, a knack for wearing just enough eyeliner to make people question if she's wearing makeup or just has pretty eyes. Right now, her gender goals are Just Some Girl. And she's getting there. She doesn't need to be some exaggerated model of femininity, she's just another girl in the crowd, kinda cute but not in a way that stands out.

But now that her body is running on estrogen, now that she's no longer literally running from her problems, her muscle mass...well. It's seen better days. She'd like to maybe build up her stamina, but school makes it hard.

Especially those damned stairs. So, Nemona is disabled. The compression sleeve normally keeps it under control, but it's an aid, a tool, not a cure or a perfect fix. Her gross motor coordination with that arm isn't good enough for a lot of sports, she struggles to throw pokeballs, and it gets sweaty and gross sometimes, which is unpleasant.

The specifics of it are, basically, a somewhat benign growth on her blood vessels will swell up and press uncomfortably against the nerves if she's not careful. It's not hurting much for now, and she knows her limits, but she's sort of looking forward to the day she's old enough to get it surgically fixed. She's got to wait until her body is fully developed for that-- something about pediatric surgery being a risky endeavor-- and honestly, that's okay. Makes sense to her.

She knows her limits, knows what kinds of exercises she can do without exacerbating her bad arm, and she's got more hobbies than battling. She's got friends to hang out with, friends who understand, even. So most days, she's fine with being a little disabled. There are worse fates out there, and it's taught her how to get creative and work around limitations to find solutions.

But some days, she resents it. Because her arm is always throbbing with pain by the time she makes it up the academy stairs.

So, the new transfer student is something of a force of nature. Defeating titans, collecting gym badges, and sweeping through Star bases like it’s nothing. Everything has changed since their arrival, like a revolution in process, and by the look in their eyes, everything's going to keep changing, and for the better.

Those stairs never stood a chance.

#pokemon scarvi spoilers #pokemon arven #pokemon penny #pokemon nemona #FUCK THE ACADEMY STAIRS ALL MY HOMIES HATE THE ACADEMY STAIRS #crossposted from discord messages because sometimes that's how i tell stories to my friends like we are cavemen sitting around a fire #primal human urge to tell story to the homies.

[winglssdemon]

Omg

Weight loss does not automatically mean your body is eating your muscles and organs. The antivaxxer level of anti science on this site when it comes to weight loss is unbelievable.

Your body will only start "eating" your muscles if you're losing weight AND YOU DONT NEED TO AND ARE HEADED TO BEING UNDERWEIGHT.

WEIGHT LOSS CAN BE SUSTAINABLE. WEIGHT LOSS IS A VIABLE AND SOMETIMES A NEEDED OPTION FOR SOME PEOPLE.

HUGE REMINDER THAT THERE ARE TIMES WHEN WEIGHT LOSS CAN HELP DISABLED FOLK ESP FOLK WITH CHRONIC PAIN. It's not a cure-all but people with chronic pain experience large amounts of inflammation in the body and having excess adipose CAN cause inflammation just by itself. Compound that with extra weight on joints can make movement that may already be difficult even more difficult.

And while I'm on this rant, I'm SO sick of people acting like overeating and binging aren't disordered eating and also forms of self harm. I'm sick of the "body positive" activists who get SO mad that some fat people HAVE become fat through overeating and binging and want to talk about it. Like why can't those of us who gained weight through disordered behaviors actually talk about it? Why don't you talk about or let others talk about the fact that some people go from a restrictive eating disorder to a binge eating disorder.

Reasons Why I a Disabled Person decided to lose weight:

1. I knew I was eating too much junk food and not eating enough fruits and vegetables. So I started working on moderating how much junk food I was intaking and I have been trying really hard to make sure I choose healthier options.

2. My chest was/is too big. It was beginning to cause actual dysphoria issues along with the excess weight giving me constant shoulder and neck pain. Weight loss cannot be targeted at any specific part of your body, but overall weight loss can help you lose cup sizes.

3. The food was making my chronic pain worse. Many ultra processed foods are known to increase pain in people with chronic pain and it's been proven in multiple studies that eating a healthier diet can help decrease pain. It won't get rid of it, but it can help.

4. I was using food as a maladaptive coping mechanism. Stress eating is not actually helpful in the long run. Sure it makes you feel better while you're eating it, but once it's gone the problems, the pain, the stress is all still there.

5. I want to be able to use my crutches and KAFOs more often and having already lost a fair amount of weight, I can definitely 100% say that I have less difficulty using them than when I was at my heaviest. It's easier for myself to push myself in my wheelchair, and it's easier to propel myself in sled hockey. Among this, getting a bigger chair was just out of the question when I last ordered my most recent chair. The world is already so hostile to wheelchair users and spaces are already so narrow, it's easier to have a smaller chair if possible. Like we can talk all we want about how things need to be more accessible and universal design needs to be implemented everywhere so people in all sizes of wheelchairs esp those in power chairs, can get around easily without this being something to worry about, but at the end of the day, I want to be able to get through as best I can, and making sure I'm not going any bigger with my wheelchair is legit just something I have to do.

And you know what, even with all of these reasons, there's still the fact that people deserve bodily autonomy so if I want to safely lose weight for ANY reason, then that's my choice.

#weight loss #dieting #anti science #istg so many people on this website need to stop listening to anything a tumblr user says and taking it as fact without ANY research #if youre actually curious about the way ultra processed food can negatively affect you both physically and mentally #you should look some of this stuff up #and for the love of anything look up medical research and not random people selling body positivity courses #ableism #disability #and if you care about anorexia and orthorexia then you should also care about binge eating disorder #and stop hating on fat people who are fat because they have dealt with overeating #like its not morally wrong to be fat #but it sure is morally wrong to be judgemental and not ever let fat people who overeat talk about their lives and disordered eating #sorry not sorry for the super long rant #i just was not expecting the first thing i came across was a pile of complete anti science bullshit masquerading as body positivity #anyways i hate the body positivity movement #its always been shit to disabled people from the beginning and its literally turned cult like #body neutrality #cripple punk body neutrality

[hjellacott]

I am not transphobic - I just don't believe in gender ideology.

— Gender ideology: The belief that anyone can be a man or a woman just because they say so, accompanied by the belief that your clothes or your hairstyle define your gender. They also don't believe or see the importance of sex, which makes them consider sexual orientation changes with their gender, and that gays or lesbians are transphobic for having sex-based preferences.

— Actual transgender people: People of the male sex (Gender Non-Conforming Men) or the female sex (GNC Women) suffering and diagnosed with gender dysphoria who seek treatment and hopefully a cure for it through becoming transgender men or transgender women using hormone replacement treatments and/or sex-change surgeries. They become trans men or trans women, never just men, never just women. Their sexual orientation is NOT affected by this, since sexual orientation refers to SEX, as the name implies. Therefore if you're a GNC gay man, once you become a trans woman you are still a GNC gay man who's transitioned to trans woman.

— Gender dysphoria: A mental disorder (not illness, although it can cause illness) and mental health problem included in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders of the American Psychiatric Association, which makes people who suffer from it feel that they do not match their sex. As a health issue, it is diagnosed by doctors and there are treatments available such as hormone replacement or surgery, but treatment focuses on management on the problem rather than in gender ideology. This is because, according to the NHS:

"Children may show an interest in clothes or toys that society tells us are more often associated with the opposite gender. [...] However, this type of behaviour is reasonably common in childhood and is part of growing up. It does not mean that all children behaving this way have gender dysphoria or other gender identity issues. A small number of children may feel lasting and severe distress, which gets worse as they get older."

Because gender dysphoria is reasonably common in childhood, and can be managed through therapy, health experts do recommend waiting until adulthood to make any drastic decisions such as surgery or hormone replacement to transition, since these do have long-lasting consequences. If you find any doctor pressuring you to have these treatments in childhood, they're extremely likely to be under social pressure to say so, and/or to be receiving large amounts of money from the gender ideology lobby. For example, private clinics, organisations such as Mermaids "Charity" and the pharmacy industry make A SHIT TON (and I'm talking thousands of millions of dollars) of money through offering help so children can transition, so it is highly convenient for them to pressure you to think you need to transition ASAP (or otherwise you won't look handsome).

Will you actually look less beautiful if you wait until adulthood to decide to transition? BIG FAT NO. Your beauty will depend on your fitness, your overall health, your diet, how pretty you were pre-transition, your hairstyle, and so on.

FOR EXAMPLE: One of my closest friends from childhood is a GNC Gay Man who had always suffered from gender dysphoria pretty much since birth, which he tried to fix through identifying as gay, and which he has eventually completely healed through hormonal treatment and letting his hair grow long, changing his name into a woman's name and identifying as a trans woman. As a trans woman, she is now 27, began transitioning about two years ago, and she's stunning, with long, blonde, curly hair, and piercing blue eyes. And she hasn't had any surgery yet. ANOTHER EXAMPLE I used to date a GNC woman who at the time was in her twenties, identified as a lesbian, and had always suffered from gender dysphoria but hadn't admitted it to her doctor so she wasn't under treatment and had severe depression and had hurt herself. In our relationship I noticed what was going on and I began suggesting she might be suffering from gender dysphoria. Now, after our relationship ended, we both moved on, and we've remained the best of friends, she is in her 30s and has JUST begun going by he, uses a male name, is going to therapy, has been officially diagnosed with gender dysphoria and is identifying as a transgender man. He is somebody who's worked in healthcare his whole life, so he's not going to go around calling himself a man and pretending to be a man, he knows he is a woman biologically speaking, with a health problem under treatment. And about a year into hormonal treatment, he is slowly morphing into a more masculine-looking person before my eyes, he's growing a beard, getting fit, and personally, I do think he's quite handsome, just like he looked beautiful as a woman as well. Also, no surgery yet. A THIRD EXAMPLE a few years ago I met and befriended here in Tumblr a man in his thirties who has severe autistic and was involuntarily celibate, severely unhappy with his looks, not in the LGBT community, and spent his days locked in his room, isolated from the world, not wanting any part in it. We were friends for three years without him ever mentioning a single word about the LGBT community, even when I was in it. One day, he suddenly began saying he was a woman. It lasted him a year, during which he could enter women's spaces, and if he wanted to he could've raped them. In fact he might've. He stopped talking to me because I was baffled at his sudden change and thought he was just incel and unhappy with his looks, but his sister has informed me that he's gone back to being a man.

— Trans erasure:

Erasing the prefix "trans" or the word transgender and pretending that trans men are men or trans women are women is falling into the gender ideology cult, does trans people no favours, and it erases and ignores the health challenges and difficulties that only trans people face. Calling themselves trans tells everyone that they suffer from as a mental health problem that causes actual suffering and that requires treatment and help. That helps the rest of us realise the kind of help they need, the kind of empathy and kindness they require, helps trans people be able to access free transitioning treatment in public healthcare, because they've got a diagnosis, and gets them help so that they can be happy so they don't go and kill themselves. Using the word trans saves lives. Erasing it, playing pretend, is playing into a massive mental health problem, making it worse, worsening the symptoms of health dysphoria (imagine your sex is male, but you call yourself a woman, everyone calls you a woman, then you look in the mirror and see beard, of course you'll get terribly upset and feel the world is lying to you) and also putting actual women and trans women in brutal danger, because you're allowing anyone to pretend they're women and allowing them into spaces where women are vulnerable and unprotected.

It is important to prove you've got gender dysphoria with a proper diagnosis, therapy and a doctor's involvement because if we just believe anybody's word saying they're trans with no proof, we risk causing them major issues and also, we're giving them limited healthcare resources other people will need more. Think of it like believing somebody's blind just because they say so, and giving them a free dog guide when an actually blind person will need it more.

Erasing trans is erasing all the difficulties they will have for being trans that you won't, and pretending that they don't need treatment, thus making it harder for them to receive it free of charge. And when you play into the whole gender cult movement, you're sending a bunch of not actual trans people into trans people's resources, taking them from those who actually need them, so that people like my friends have to wait twice as long as usual to access treatment because they've got, for example, a bunch of guys wanting to be women for sex or for a kink.

So next time you're about to call me a terf, or to pretend I'm transphobic, or wondering why I nevere shut up about this, think for a second that I've trans loved-ones I deeply care about and I have to protect, stand up for and make sure they can access the healthcare they need, because they're actual trans people, real trans people, who don't go around pretending to be anything else, who know and have been diagnosed with mental health problems and are desperately trying to treat themselves.

And when a bunch of gender cult assholes playing games all go around demanding hormones at the same time, medicines that real trans people and that many cancer patients actually NEED, they're raising the demand and the prices until they sky-ricochet and making it harder for them to get the medicines they can't live without.

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