[image: black text on a white background. text: “I’m trans* and I like to think of myself as an activist. I don’t even try to get my rapist’s pronouns right.”]
[Image: Rainbow with Mountains in the background, Text: “I came out to my best friend as Polysexual. I knew he’d be supportive, but then he said “I feel weird being the only straight person in our group of friends”. I don’t know why, but that hurt so bad.”]
[image description: white background with the following text:
I’m with someone right now who prefers gender neutral pronouns.
When I type I can use the correct pronouns no problem, but when I talk about them I always tend to revert back to their biological sex pronoun by accident.
I’m so ashamed of myself. I just can’t get it right. What’s wrong with me?
I don’t understand why it’s so much harder for me to get used to speaking-wise rather than typing.. I’m worried that when we meet I won’t use the right pronoun and they’ll hate me for it.
I don’t know what to do.
If anyone wants to reblog this with advice on getting pronouns right, you’re more than welcome…]
Image: Heart with infinity symbol.
Text: I’m Poly. You’re Poly. I like you. You like me. You like her. I like him. I’m Poly, you’re poly, she’s poly, he’s poly. We’re all Polyamorous. why wouldnt it work?
[image: blocks patterned with transgender flag colors
text: “I’ve been trying to transition for months now. The dysphoria wasn’t too bad until I came out to my friends. Most of them can’t be bothered switching pronouns for me. I can’t keep living like this. Every time someone misgenders me, I want to die.” I don’t think I can take it if I get rejected from another clinic. I wish I’d never come out.]
[Background: hands pulling apart a broken heart; Text: “I like you. Like, I really really like you alot. I get butterflies in my stomach every time you touch me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone more beautiful than you. My worst days are when you don’t come to school, and I know your sick. And I know I’ll never be the right person for you, because we’re both girls, and I know you want to be with him. And I’m sorry that you don’t want me to fall in love with you. But even if we can’t be together, I want you to know this. If he’s what makes you happy, then I’m okay with not being the one you love. Because I know you’re happy this way.]
Image: Pink azaleas
Text: Darling heart,
I know you’re sick. I know that you need someone to help. He’s doing a great job and you seem happy. But I could do the same and more. He’s kind of a jerk sometimes and I think you deserve more. I don’t know. Maybe that’s what you need. I know that I would love you with my whole heart and ask for nothing in return. And darling, you make it far too easy to love you. Everything about you shines in a simple yet exquisite and unmatched way. Everything you do makes my heart sing and dance. Except what you did. You put me in the Just-South-of-the-Friend-Zone-Where-You-Put-Crappy-Friends-You-Don’t-Really-Care-That-Much-About-Zone. You shut me out when I might have been able to help you. I’m the type of person who wants to be a shoulder to cry on, the one you come to when you need someone, a comforter. I suppose it’s selfish of me, but not getting that makes me feel like I don’t matter. And still you’re so sweet and beautiful. I just wish you could open up to me love. It breaks my heart a little to see you so trusting in him while not noticing me. In all honesty, I suspect part of the reason you’re with him is because you’re not out yet. But I really am so happy to see you happy. All I can think is “that should be me.” There’s a piece of my heart that’s yours if you would take it.
Text: When I told my parents that I’m bisexual, they both told me that I wouldn’t be able to know because I haven’t had sex with either gender. That’s the reason I’m afraid to come out of the closet, cause people will think I’m not telling the truth and just saying it for attention…
[image: pansexual pride flag, three stripes of pink, yellow, and blue. text: “My boyfriend is very protective of me, and we are both extremely jealous. And our relationship is absolutely wonderful! But now that I am more comfortably out as pan, I can’t stop thinking about how much I want to just have one night to romance the shit out of a woman. I want to give her the most romantic, sexy, beautiful night ever. I can’t stop thinking about it. But I feel so hypocritical to even think of asking him about it, because I know how jealous and hurt he would be. There just isn’t any equivalent I could grant him, no way to make his straight mind understand— It doesn’t mean I love him any less!”]