The stillness of the humid night makes my mind wander into a distance that it has rarely traversed into since 2016.
Has anyone ever felt like their name is not their own name? I’ve been feeling this disassociation for a while now. I’m not even sure if I can confidently tell you my name anymore because it almost feels like I don’t have a name. I just am.
Do you ever just look at your shadow and feel every single molecule of your body just give in to nothingness, to the point where you almost deflate and become one with the void? Yeah, I guess not. I don’t know what I’m talking about, either.
Recently, I’ve been feeling rather depressed. I’m not going to go ahead and self-diagnose myself, but that is the only thing I could think of that fits my symptoms. When I list them out, as well, other people seem to come to the conclusion that it might be depression.
I don’t care if you didn’t directly say it, ignoring it is already enough ground to claim transphobia.
The title is a little misleading, though. I’m not homosexual. The rainbow does not apply to me despite it being one of the most prominent signs relating to the LGBT+ community.
I never understand the reason why people find it necessary to do the exact opposite of what you want them, or kindly requested them, to do. I came out on Facebook, and yes, I know it’s probably not the best choice since you would want to explain any confusions they […]
I suppose this is a place as any to start mentioning how I feel recently about my gender identity and how others are coping. No, I’m not completely out yet, so I don’t suppose others would suddenly start referring me as Jordan and be fine with it, no questions asked. […]