I used to identify as genderqueer. After awhile I thought I was non-binary. Coming to terms with my trans male identity was the hardest thing I have ever done. Iโm grateful that I trusted myself and began my medical transition. Itโs incredibly painful to subject yourself to all of your internal hatred, but once you learn to accept the person you are everything begins to feel bearable. I am so thankful.
Stop making fun of people’s jobs. It doesn’t matter if someone is the ceo of a business company, doctor, fry cook, retail worker, janitor, teacher, whatever. They’re doing what they gotta to to support themselves, and it’s none of your business.
This white boy came over a month ago and asked why my pillow was shiny. I told him it was satin, because I need a satin case to maintain my natural hairstyle overnight.
This past weekend I stayed over at his house after a party because it was too late to go back to Manhattan, and when I got in bed I noticed that one of his pillowcases was satin.
I asked him why a white, nearly bald man needed a satin pillowcase and he said he bought it for me, in case I needed to sleep over sometime. He didn’t want me to ruin my hair on cotton.
I kissed the ever-loving shit out of him.
That’s how you show a brown girl you care.
Update: he’s my boyfriend. our 1 year anniversary is coming up next month.
New Update: We had our two year anniversary on August 9th.
We also have moved in together.
As we went through his stuff for the move, we found the last of those pillowcases he bought for me in 2015.
