Honestly I let spite take over when I get like that. There’s too many people on my list of obituaries I need to see before I die. And I’m not going to let a world that doesn’t want me dictate what I do with my life. I don’t have hope that I can fully reclaim the life I deserved to live. I don’t have hope that I will fully recover from the traumas I’ve faced, or that some sort of justice will befall the ones who have wronged me or stolen parts of me.

But I do have hope that by still persisting, even if fueled by nothing other than spite, maybe my life can be the inspiration for another trans person to also persist. Maybe even saving them from some of the struggles I’ve encountered.

And if I can ruin some transphobes day just by existing, well that’s just a bonus.

Thanks, girl!!!

Uhmmm…could you send me that subway meme?

All I got was a prolonged period and I wanted to fight everyone around me :'(