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Reply by Mystic
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CW: Gender identity. Don't comment on the grammar... Stardust: I am a girl I like dancing around in poofy dresses and playing with dolls. I am a girl Ever since I was a child I loved the color pink. But blue always seem to draw me in like an ocean storm. I am a girl but every time I’m told that I have to be pretty, feminine, and ladylike it feels like my appendix is bursting from the seems. Does this mean I’m a man? He and him feel like an oversize T-shirt touching in the ground because I’m hiding behind a mask, and identity that isn’t right, that doesn’t fit. I am a girl, biologically at least. I like being feminine but I wish it was considered a gender expression and not following the gender norms. But every time I’m told that I have to feel like a girl feels like a punch in the chest, that leaves you sore and aching for hours. Maybe, I’m somewhere in between the lines. Feeling like I don’t have to be A boy or a girl feels like a feeling of freedom. They Isn’t that a plural term? But yet it feels right. Maybe I am Plural. Not in a way as if there is multiple of me, but in a way that I am connected to more than one gender. That I can feel masculine and I can feel feminine at different times or sometimes even at the same time. Fading in between the lines. I see these two boxes one is labeled: girl pink feminine. The other is labeled: boy blue masculine. Standing in between and crushing both of the boxes, that’s where I feel right. Feeling feminine feels amazing Feeling masculine feels cool But feeling like you don’t have to be either it’s the best feeling of all of it. Gender is a human concept, before humans did rhinoceroses looked at each other and say you’re a boy you have to be strong or you’re a girl you have to sit there and look pretty. No! All they knew if they were built differently, like puzzle pieces that come together to create a bigger picture, a family. All I know is that I am being made of light and Stardust. A beautiful star child who doesn’t need to be confined by the rules of gender. This feeling, this feeling is right because it’s my truth. It’s the feeling of just being me. @K._.Phoenix on Instagram :)
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Reply by 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖚𝖘𝖙_𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍9
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its different, heavy and paints a picture for sure <3
We defiently need more lgbt topic art!
Reply by Venus
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aaaaa heres a poem i wrote a few days ago its called "growing pains" (tw: idk uhhh bad male experiences)
But like maybe I don’t know. Y’know maybe I’m scared of what’s
normal and just complicating it or something. Like of course, I totally knew
about growing pains that I’d get in my legs but like I guess no one really told
me about the other kind of girl problems. Y’know the ones like the feminine sheer
disgust I feel when I’m pretty much being tested on the quality of my flesh and
not my character, (how consumable is she? what is the best cut?), or y’know that
awful side effect that comes with knowing just why most men are using their
eyes and it creates that constant taste of bile in the back of your throat, (I
wonder if when I’m finally an adult they’ll make the moves I know they’re
waiting to make). I must share though, my mother taught me a great remedy that’s
branded “it’s like totally whatever”. I use it with everything –
like a small kid that abuses the tomato sauce and drenches everything with it. “it’s
like whatever – everyone feels alone”, “it’s like whatever – you should feel
lucky all these guys want you”, “it’s like whatever – boys will be boys” –
totally! As a woman, I don’t make declaratives. I dismiss. I do not declare
myself to be a woman, however I just am a woman, so I wait to be dismissed. But
again like, I don’t really know. Y’know maybe sometime soon I’ll get used to
getting pawed at by dogs. Maybe soon I might enjoy being the tempting box of chocolates
sat on the table that little boys will inevitably take into their grubby hands.
Reply by Mystic
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Wow that is so powerful. The afab experience is a painful one. Especially when we are treated like objects for the taking. Thank you for sharing this <3