On a spinning rock flying through space.
Programmer. Musician. Parent.
Trans. Autistic. Monotropic. ADHD.
| Location | Europe, Earth |
On a spinning rock flying through space.
Programmer. Musician. Parent.
Trans. Autistic. Monotropic. ADHD.
| Location | Europe, Earth |
For some people it may be down to gender fluidity, and for others, as I say, it’s simply down to comfort in one’s current state of being. Some days I am mentally strong enough that my physical appearance just can’t affect me.
But it's more complicated than that, even. See on some days it’s a crutch to assist my mental state, and on other days it’s simply rejoicing in the way I feel about myself and enhancing the joy by leaning into it.
Some days are I don’t want to even perceive it tucking thong days, some days are I don’t care let it all hang loose days. The life of a trans woman 😅
On the tucking thong days (like today) you can only imagine how liberating it is (unless you know, obviously). It’s really hard to put into words.
And on the let it hang loose days, it’s hard to imagine what was so difficult on the tucking thong days. Dysphoria (and/or dysmorphia) is a really funny beast.
Me: “Imagine if you had toads instead of toes on your feet”
5yo: “Hahaha yeah..”
Me: “That would be weird!”
5yo: “Yeah, and your feet would ribbit..”
Just normal conversations around here 😆