Honestly? Cape Meares and Garibaldi. Not far from home.

Most places in my childhood and past are illegal for me to travel to in this form.

Oh yeah, I think you’ve seen me wearing the bottom outfit before.

I’ve got two modes of fashion: low-key android vibes, and god-slaying protagonist vibes.

Were I ever to just dress up in average clothes, my friends would be gobsmacked.

Edit: I should prolly back these claims up.

All the pieces were here, and now they’re assembled.

This will only keep happening. :(

Yeah, it was a tiny little (adorable) bookstore in Cloverdale, out in the middle of nowhere. :(

So I’m ace and sex-repulsed, right? I’ve got a body that at least advocates for that and gives me almost no secondary sex characteristics. And a friend of mine once noticed that I have, in her words, “energy like Kara from Detroit Become Human,” and so I play up that android/robot vibe in subtle ways with how I arrange my hair and dress myself.

I just wish people would see the feminine in me, which has been cooking for eleven years. :(

Yeah, I don’t pass but I’m definitely binary. My goal isn’t even to pass (though if I could it would be nice, but there’s so much medical shit wrong with me it prolly won’t happen), but is to stay alive, safe, and respected in that order.

My right hand doesn’t really have much in the way of motor control, so my hairstyles naturally tend to more simple stuff. Plus, the longer I attempt to look at my face in the mirror, the more of a migraine I get, as I can never quite resolve what I’m looking at. (The notch you see in my glasses over my right eye helps me to pin the approximate location of my head in reflections and such.)

So I usually just wear a medium bun and go with a clean presentation, or I let my hair fall in the back. Once in a while I’ll just let my hair hang loose, but it’s long enough it gets in the way.

I generally like just looking simple and presentable.

Hey now, don’t do pits dirty like that, they’re really good at storing dead transphobes!

I’ve actually survived two strokes and walk with a cane. The right half of my body is generally a mess, but my rehab has done well for me. At least I can walk!

Also, insofar about me from the neck down, I’m intensely sex-repulsed and have zero breast matter going on. I use slight padding to give gentle curves there, but nothing major. So showing chest generally can’t happen with me looking even more masculine.

Honestly, I may as well keep playing the hand I’ve been dealt, because there’s not many other options for me.

And really, I don’t have any cis people I talk to without a cash register within touching distance.

I actually can’t perceive my own face well enough to apply makeup :(

My fusiform gyrus is shot.

I’m eleven years deep into HRT. I try my best to present binary female, but some sort of quantity prevents even my fellow trans people from giving me anything other than he/him without incessant prompting.

I have a call center job and I know my voice passes just fine. It’s probably all in how I move my body (which isn’t well—who knew being a stroke victim also removed gender?)

Anyway, I look like this on an average day:

She was cis and actually said “I’m real and you’re not,” so I just responded “I’m used to being treated like an android.”

HELL NAW BROTHER

So trans women can be discovered, I suppose.

(Edit: immediately after posting this, it’s prolly way too dark but I’m leaving it there. Also it me, a trans woman terrified of using the stall for this exact reason.)

Trans people are just trying to live their lives.

I should explain: i want more of Trump being broke. I wanna see his wallet crushed, his aspirations crushed, his testicles crushed.

The misinformed poor don’t deserve what they’re going through.

I think I just wrote a badly worded comment that was wildly misunderstood.

I should explain: more crushing of Trump’s pocketbook. I want that fucker broke.

More.

I searched for “moof” but I don’t know what color that is.