drunk enough that if i close my eyes i feel like im in the ocean
i feel like the more i lose touch with reality the more i come to to returning to the ocean, which is where im sure i came from
like im literally not a human being, im just a piece of the ocean that somehow got away
meet me at the mediterranean and we’re go home, together
im singing along to fall out
boy trans girl so probably judge me for that
roommate left the room so even tho i know she can still hear me i get to sing along and pretend im alone
I think about it a lot, and how ill-equipped we are in general to talk about gender expression (if that’s what femininity even is, which it is and isn’t). There’s a lot of work on masculinity, but so little on femininity.
lol yea, gosh, I WONDER WHY THAT IS?? (answer: men)
a thing i didnt mention is that i separate butchness from masculinity totally, like i dont think a woman or a femme-identified [nb?] person can embody masculinity ever, bc i see masculinity as That Which Privileges Men, that is to say, masculinity can only be done by men and only men can benefit from it, masculinity is venom and violence.
i completely agree with you. we dont have the language to talk about expression or femininity in a discursive way bc its quite intangible in some situations and also ‘expression’ ‘presentation’ and ‘identity’ re v tangled together
i thought i was gonna get fucked up sad depressed drunk but i ended up getting happy upbeat drunk
repeat after me:
there are white people suffering in the world
but the white people who are suffering are not suffering because they are white
times like this i wish i had my tablet w me so i could do silly drunk doodles
spoopytransgirl any thoughts on that?
bodies require food
bodies require rest
bodies require attention
bodies require patience
ah yes the four seasons. wet, hot, halloween, and christmas