[image: black and white picture of two guys cuddling on bed on the bottom of the picture. red and blue text above it. text: “I love dogs. And tea. I like drawing and music. I am a gay man. I like to RP. I love to cook. I like snakes and tortoises. I was also FAAB. There is so much more in me than my medical history, yet… I wonder if any man will love me for the man I am.”]

[Background: The animated character “The Once-ler” from The Lorax, wearing a snazzy green tailcoat, top hat and blue sunglasses. Text: I don’t feel like a man (or a woman). I’m non-binary. But sometimes I just feel really attached to fictional characters

And they’re always male

And I want to be them

I know I basically want the body of a femme boy who could be a girl if he wanted to

Sometimes I think I want to take T, then other times I think I don’t because I’m afraid of some of the effects

I hate listening to most guys on T because they’ve used that stupid passing tip of “be monotone” and it sounds horrible to me, I know I don’t want that

I liked the Once-ler’s voice, it was so expressive

I’m afraid that if I take T I’ll ruin the purity of my voice and sound horrible

Why can’t I keep my current one and just get a deeper range? 

Why isn’t there an androgyne hormone?]

[yahoo log in page, field with username says “cheater” in black text, password field says “i made a clean break” in black text. next panel is a white back ground with black text that says “my ex cheated on me with a younger girl, i still have the password to my ex’s email, every so often i log in and delete the emails she receives from the girl she cheated on me with. they are now broken up over it, the girl begs for her back through email. i delete them not out of spite, i’m doing her a favor. my ex is a grown woman, the girl is only 16. you don’t need her, S. She’s a monster”]

[Blurred-out picture of four teenagers: two boys, one sitting close behind the other with his chin resting on the other’s shoulder, and two girls. The text at the top reads “Just three months ago, I think we were all happier than we’d been in a while. Now look at us:” The text above the two boys reads “you two are about ready to call it quits,” the text above the boy sitting in front reads “he hates me,” and the text on the two girls reads “she broke my heart, and while we’re still friends, it isn’t the same.” The text on the bottom is the largest and reads “Can we please just go back in time?”]

[Image: A dark blue suit. Text: When I first followed you on Tumblr, you were someone I looked up to. Then, you began to open up about your depression and a difficult part of your life. I felt your pain. I wanted to hold you. I fell in love with you. I reblog practically every one of your outfit posts. It’s so inapporpriate for me to say, even though you’ll probably never read it, but seeing you on my screen invokes my desire. I’ve thought about making love to you. I’ve thought about what it may be like to be in a relationship with you. That will never happen. You live in the US, and I live in Canada. You’re thirty-four, and I’m twenty. You’re a straight, cisgender man. I’m a genderfluid pansexual, and I don’t want to be loved in spite of my gender. The worst of it is that I am madly in love with you, and you don’t even know who I am.]

(Text on black background. The text is in the colours of the transgender flag.)

I AM NOT MALE

I AM FEMALE

I FINALLY WORKED IT OUT

I HAVEN’T BEEN THIS HAPPY IN YEARS

[image: girl kissing another girl black and white. text: “you call me your best friend but you never make an effort to talk to me. I just want you back I miss you”]

[Image: two children kissing. Text: I had never been kissed until the other night. My friends and I were drunk at a club and they wanted to find me someone to hook up with despite my protests. My memories of my first kiss are a drunken haze with a girl I can’t remember the name of. I don’t think my friends realised it was my first or that it has now been tainted. I’ll never forgive them.]