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Yeah but they said that hugging as friends is gay. Maybe it kinda is, but it also kinda isn't. I wouldn't care if it is though since I like hugs and I'm already gay anyway.
I'm grateful that after coming out and becoming a much better person I have begun to experience the feeling of being hugged for real. Even though I had friends before they never would've hugged me, they always said hugging is "gay" and I unfortunately agreed with them (though now I'm a trans lesbian so who's laughing now 😈).
Obviously not gay, just two girls who really like each other. Not gay whatsoever 😏
Yeah similar story here, I'm not an enby, I am binary trans, but I'm still not sure if I would be treated poorly/differently than cis women going topless.
NGL I'm kind of going to miss being able to go to the Beach shirtless once they grow in. Will be totally worth it though to be my authentic self 😊
Congratulations, I hope you have a speedy recovery.
I remember this guy. I remember giving him way too much praise back when I was a stupid right wing bigot. I regret that deeply, he is a horrible person and this just goes to show it even more.
I just don't want to, I don't like skirts and dresses as weird as it sounds. I'm very tomboyish and prefer wearing more masculine outfits, I prefer pants over skirts or dresses, and shorts during the warmer weather.
My week is okay. I've been hanging out with some friends I met at a pride event, they seem really nice. Two of them are NonBinary. I haven't met someone who's NonBinary before but they seem like really nice people so far. I hope we can be good friends.
I think it has been reclaimed by the community, though I'm doubtful that the old man with a MAGA hat who called me a dyke is aware of that or using it in that kind of way (yes he was literally wearing a MAGA hat).
I had that too, I also just didn't know just how badly I wanted to be a girl until I met a really good friend who I learned was trans (and was also in the right state of mind not to immediately push her away), questioned my own gender, then experimented with she/her pronouns on myself and learned yup totally want to be a girl, really badly too. I also doubted myself a bit since I'd heard that you need dysphoria, but that didn't last long because I realized my chest dysphoria very soon after that.