Last night I sat down to write the text post to accompany this comic, but I began spiraling. There were so many things that I wanted to say that before I was even halfway through it was already three pages long.
I’m just going to truncate my thoughts.
It wasn’t the questions that bothered me, it was that I wasn’t believed.
It was that they doubled down and told me that I was “repressed”.
It was that me saying their words hurt me was apparently the wrong thing to say, and I was attacked for doing so.
It was that they told me they didn’t mean to hurt me when I knew that and already said so in my initial text to them.
It was that they told me that they were “going out of their way” for me.
One – trans tomboys exist and just because I might not want the same things you do, that doesn’t mean that my experience is invalid.
Two – I am not your charity case trans person that you need to “go out of your way” for.
Three – I thought I was your friend. In my mind, when you help a friend you’re not “going out of your way”, you help because you genuinely want to and don’t even think about whether or not it’s an inconvenience.
Four – no matter what, I still consider you a friend and though I need some time, I hope some day we can share our journeys with each other again.
Ah, gender presentation expectations, sadly the most universal woman experience. Doesn't matter cis, trans, white, black. American, Arab, Japanese, handicapped, chubby, skinny, rich, conservative, liberal, or poor; your appearances will be judged.
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