Dysphoria

I don't really understand the trans thing. I'm not going to pretend to.

I was friends for nine months with a horrifically abused trans youth. She used to talk sometimes about desperately wanting to rip her nuts off.

This girl could go on at length about that in great and glorious detail in a fashion I found traumatizing and I'm not thin skinned. Most people find me too hard to take because I spent 3.5 years total telling two different men of the cloth every nasty thing ever done to me and how I felt about it. I'm extremely bad about casually mentioning things other people find crushing to hear. 

And one day I said something about it to her and she said "It makes me feel better."

I don't know you and I can't relate to what you're going through exactly, though I'm the victim of incest twice over and I have a genetic disorder that wasn't diagnosed until late in life and based on that stuff I could relate to and support a troubled trans youth that was well beyond hot mess.

I THINK this works and makes hormones from FOOD. If eating that way makes you spend less time desperately wanting to rip off body parts in a personal hell many people simply can't relate to, you have my permission to do that as much as you want.

And fuck all the transphobic gatekeeping uptight heteronormative jackasses who want you to get no relief from that because they might be made uncomfortable by having to see a guy in a dress. Fuck them, fuck the horse they rode in on, fuck the evil sickos they vote for. Fuck em so hard.