[Image: the sky at night, you can see clouds and a few lights from a city.
text: my abusive ex destroyed me. now I started to drink, smoke, cut and burn myself. again. there’s no hope for me, no one will ever love me. how could someone love such a broken thing? I’m beyond repair.]

[Image: the sky at night, you can see clouds and a few lights from a city.

text: my abusive ex destroyed me. now I started to drink, smoke, cut and burn myself. again. there’s no hope for me, no one will ever love me. how could someone love such a broken thing? I’m beyond repair.]

[red text on “Androgyny” by Van Burnham. Reads: “My parents don’t understand me. They see a boy when they look  at me. I’m both gay and genderfluid, but  sometimes I feel more like a woman than a man. They want a boy. Not the person who has androgynous tastes, or more feminine interests. I feel like they simply want me to “look straight” to them.]

[red text on “Androgyny” by Van Burnham. Reads: “My parents don’t understand me. They see a boy when they look  at me. I’m both gay and genderfluid, but  sometimes I feel more like a woman than a man. They want a boy. Not the person who has androgynous tastes, or more feminine interests. I feel like they simply want me to “look straight” to them.]

Image: Black box with white text. Text: No one uses my preferred pronouns.

Image: Black box with white text. Text: No one uses my preferred pronouns.

[text on a light yellow background reads: “i know i’ll only ever be your second choice, and most times i’m okay with that, but sometimes it hurts more than usual because you’re always going to be my first”]

[text on a light yellow background reads: “i know i’ll only ever be your second choice, and most times i’m okay with that, but sometimes it hurts more than usual because you’re always going to be my first”]

I’m a bisexual Orthodox Jew and if I come out, my parents will “mourn” over my death and my friends and family will shun me. I feel so alone, all the time.

I’m a bisexual Orthodox Jew and if I come out, my parents will “mourn” over my death and my friends and family will shun me. I feel so alone, all the time.

(image: picture of a man at a large chalkboard.
text: I simply define as “QUEER.” But I’m a cis-female, andro-presenting. I’ve developed a crush on one of my professors at college. For the last few years, I’ve only been attracted to women, but he’s an FTM and I can’t stop being attracted to him. I haven’t been ale to sleep for a week now. I don’t know how to move forward.)

(image: picture of a man at a large chalkboard.

text: I simply define as “QUEER.” But I’m a cis-female, andro-presenting. I’ve developed a crush on one of my professors at college. For the last few years, I’ve only been attracted to women, but he’s an FTM and I can’t stop being attracted to him. I haven’t been ale to sleep for a week now. I don’t know how to move forward.)

(Image:Top: black and white straight couple kissing, red text: “I’m afraid I might be bisexual” Bottom: black and white lesbian couple kissing, red text: “And I can’t reconcile that with the gay identity I’ve made for myself.”)

(Image:
Top: black and white straight couple kissing, red text: “I’m afraid I might be bisexual”
Bottom: black and white lesbian couple kissing, red text: “And I can’t reconcile that with the gay identity I’ve made for myself.”)

[Image: Black haired guy, face down in the water. Red string in his mouth and bubbles coming out of him.][Text: A surgery that makes it so I can finally be me,Shouldn’t make me want to kill myselfbecause I can’t afford itand my medical insurance won’t cover it.]

[Image: Black haired guy, face down in the water. Red string in his mouth and bubbles coming out of him.]
[Text: A surgery that makes it so I can finally be me,
Shouldn’t make me want to kill myself
because I can’t afford it
and my medical insurance won’t cover it.]

[image: a screenshot of a secret typed into microsoft wordpad. The secret reads: 
[I’m faab and I’ve been questioning my gender for a long time and I really think that I’m genderfluid. But I’m afraid to tell anyone because I feel like I don’t have the right to call myself that. I’ve avoided spaced for non-binary folk because I feel like I would be invading. I’ve only ever experienced dysphoria once before and it makes me feel like a fake.
Most people see me as female and while I can deal with it most of the time, there are times it really bothers me to be referred to with gendered languange. I wish people saw me as a boy sometimes, I wish people saw me as both sometimes, I wish people saw me as neither sometimes.
I wish I was able to explore my gender more in how I present myself, but because I live with my queerphobic parents the only time I can is in the dead of night for a couple of hours.”]

[image: a screenshot of a secret typed into microsoft wordpad. The secret reads: 

[I’m faab and I’ve been questioning my gender for a long time and I really think that I’m genderfluid. But I’m afraid to tell anyone because I feel like I don’t have the right to call myself that. I’ve avoided spaced for non-binary folk because I feel like I would be invading. I’ve only ever experienced dysphoria once before and it makes me feel like a fake.

Most people see me as female and while I can deal with it most of the time, there are times it really bothers me to be referred to with gendered languange. I wish people saw me as a boy sometimes, I wish people saw me as both sometimes, I wish people saw me as neither sometimes.

I wish I was able to explore my gender more in how I present myself, but because I live with my queerphobic parents the only time I can is in the dead of night for a couple of hours.”]