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People assume you are heterosexual and cisgendered, etc. They expect people who aren't typical have to say otherwise, or it's somehow dishonest. I expect people need to stop making assumptions!

To Offer My Hand

I may offer my hand, but every moment brings change. I will keep moving forward with those changes, even if it seems like I'm in the same state. A hand refused is not the same result as a hand never offered, and the result is different for both sides.
Obama Pride


I am sorry if I hurt your feelings. Please understand my sensitivity toward those who are actively working to deny my rights. They hurt my feelings.
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Obama Pride


I'm really tired of dealing with the fucked up people in this country. I need to get myself out of here.
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Eternal Good


I've been through a lot of challenges lately. I like to think that I'm always challenging myself to be a better person. However, most of my challenges come from dealing with things outside of my control, like other people, most commonly. I've learned to accept the realities that I can't change, so when I face negativity, I have learned to roll past it. I choose love over hate.

Is Love Enough?

I have heard that I'm strong, but I feel weak. So often, I have thought about giving up on difficult challenges. I fight for truth, know that things will change, and believe in love. Sometimes love is not enough.

All that’s left...

She let me be as one with her, and I lost myself for the first time in the essence of another.
I knew I would never be the same. How can you mature with someone as one heart, and then be completely apart, without depressing pain?
I have surely lost the essence of myself as I grow older. I have already lost the love of my life, twice, causing my blood to run colder.
Now I see the cycle repeating with others: more of my will decaying with their more rapid departures.
What you see before you is a soul stripped bare: my gender an expression of my life without a care.
A rare smile is strained. My hair is chopped off. My skin color is drained. My grasp feels soft.
Do you see what is missing? I have tried to find myself, but I can’t replace the one I miss kissing.
Everything I am is a reference to a memory. All that’s left of me is one half of a pair that used to be.