Aly 🏳️‍⚧️

trying to organise my films' server, and, oh, Lord, it's gonna take awhile

dreaming about new clothes, parties and kissing boys... I'm fifteen again!

am I passing? or my antipsychotics are just working? like, why is everyone being so friendly and nice?

trannies will not complain
trannies will only entertain
trannies will only be good for gooning

if you fail any of this, you will be punished
even if you complain, everyone will say you are exaggerating or a distraction

who knows, some will even call you courageous as a treat

mentioning how great my hair must be in bed, in the morning, that's what I call diabolical behaviour

and right after my Uber flirts with me... and gives me his number so we can "talk" and all... this is it, guys, I want to gooooo

transphobia for free and out of nowhere on a Thursday morning? I'm fucking tired, you know

I...I didn't realize how much I needed to hear this.

too much and not enough

To all the fellow trans people who are early on, it does get better.

For me it was rough for the first 6 years and only really started seeing daily congruence in the last 2 years.

Still got a lot to work on but trust the process and live your best life 💜. Also get some sleep please 🫶🏼

The world's richest man is broadcasting eliminationist rhetoric about a tiny, vulnerable minority, and virtually no one is going to treat it as a scandal. It's just normal now.

Also, the feeling of being dirty and nasty just doesn't go away.

I'm tired of not being able to even enjoy sleeping... Like, my OCD is constantly working the graveyard shift, the amount of "dreams" related to my past, future, and dysphoric stuff is extraordinary!

It just bothers me how debilitating dysphoria, and depression, has been for the last couple of weeks.

By the amount of shitty movies that I watch, I seem to be incapable of watching anything good.

I mean, ok, I'll probably take it, but can we possibly swap it for a free all-inclusive surgery? Preferably, for the upcoming week? I'm free, everyday... all day!

I'm done with medical personnel feeling like my treatment isn't working, and that it constantly needs adjustment. Y'all... I was offered to be put on yet another medication!

My therapist and my psychiatrist will, for sure, love to hear all about it.

Dysphoria's still awful... been dreaming of cutting "it" off... I know, I know! I'm a fucking cliché.

I was so fucking miserable and sad, I mean, it took me going through hundreds of them to see some life in my eyes and a genuine smile... and it was from last year!

I've been going through my old Google account to backup any important and special photos to finally be able to deactivate it, but, oh, well, some of the stuff I'm seeing feels like self-harm...

So, accomplishment of the week... days after crying myself to sleep, because I was missing my parents, and dysphoria was really bad, I was able to be honest about these feelings with my mother, and we both cried over it through a video call.

I just hate how someone I've loved and cared for through half a decade now still constantly misgender me and uses my deadname behind my back... the worst part of it all is that they're also trans themselves, so... WTF?

a group of trans women is called a blessing

Last week I was clocked and called not a "REAL girl" at the supermarket, and now this... a doll can never truly be left alone.

Ok... ew, one of the security man from my apartment complex just shamelessly looked at my breasts... kinda disgusting, but, hey, I'm being objectified just like a woman... so, that's a win, right? I mean, being a trans woman is so fun, you never know what's going to happen next... I'm tired!

So, hey... hiii, or whatever!