u/Glass-Experience-887

It's so painful. Being without my butch partner as signifier, I'm a ghost to other queers. I feel like nothing gets to me more than a group of dykes passing me in the street and looking right through me. They can't clock me. It's a type of pain that only femmes who long to be seen understand. I've tried to explain this to my partner, and to other friends or allies, and while they have compassion for what it *must* feel like, they'll never get the experience of being passed by or looked through by your own community. Anyone else struggle with this?