That moment when you think about gender and identity till its a big glob of grey abstractness and instead of feeling positive about the fluidity, something in you gets scared/worried about the legitimacy of ones identity as a transman + the risks ones taking with medical transition, and you decide to reach out and cover/cradle yourself in the gender binary blanket, since it feels safe/easy, because sometimes shits hard to acknowledge and still rationalize ones medical transition, which is causing such issues for ones health. By you or one, I mean me/I/Danny Goyes. Tomorrows a binder/packer/button-down/no-make-up day.
Posted on: Fri, 15 Aug 2014 04:29:37 +0000
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