I wanted to be happy and feel safe.
But I live in a house of slamming doors and screaming
But I live in a house of slamming doors and screaming
Only to be made fun of and reminded of how small my problems are.
I keep forgetting I only have one uncle now..
Now I get really sad when I think of you and wonder if you'll ever read my message.
I wish I could keep getting excited, but like last time and the time before, you're not going to show up or even answer your phone.
Well...I had to go back at some point.
I'm so tired of getting ghosted or trying to find anyone to hangout with and trying not to sound or act too clingy. I'm super lonely, I don't even know what the fuck is happening?
The guy I'm seeing, everything was fine but he just never responds or even reads my messages. Like..I understand and know he's pretty busy.. but I'm lucky to get a text a week... Am I just boring to talk to? Is he tired of me? I don't know. I'm just curled up on my bed procrastinating a shower even though I know it'll feel better to do something. I don't have the energy. I'm so fucking tired I just wish I knew if he wanted to talk or hang out or...I dunno maybe he's just done with me.
I haaaate being a guy who gets his period, especially when I forget how incredibly fucking stupid some cis men sound when they talk about it.
Most of all, and what caused this post in the first place, I fucking hate it, HATE. IT. When cis men are like "oh but I don't mind eating you put" "we could still do anal" like no?? It's not about you and your comfort, sorry. I don't give a shit if you care or not. I said no to hooking up because I don't fucking want to when I'm getting severe cramping, period shits, breaking out and not to mention the hormonal issues that throws my entire mental health into the fucking garbage disposal.
Also, why would I, a TRANSGENDER MAN, feel comfortable with anyone seeing me while my body is performing one of the most feminine things it's capable of?
I do not feel like going out, I don't want to walk around, I don't want to hang out, you know that because I said let's reschedule.
The first (and last) time I said "we can still hang out" (and I cannot stress this enough, I added, multiple times) "I don't want to do anything sexual" but he pushed my fucking boundaries and I felt horrible the whole time trying to get out of it. He even pulled the autism card.
Autism doesn't make you a predator. Someone stating they're uncomfortable and don't want that stuff rn isn't a "social cue" it's BASIC COMMUNICATION IN ENGLISH which was the dudes first language so there's no barrier there either.
Some people can be such selfish, uneducated fucking assholes. It's not even like "oh well it wasn't well researched at the time" barely any of this information is fucking new. Dysphoria isn't a new topic. Cramps are not new topics. Period shits are not new topics. Hormonal changes are not new topics.
What set me off recently was a different guy saying he didn't mind 'being a vampire' like okay good for you?? I don't give a fuck?? Because I said let's reschedule?? Duh?? Don't press it. Especially when you know I'm in a lot of pain.
It's just so frustrating because it seems so simple that "hey they said no, I should stop" or "they let me know at the beginning they don't want this I shouldn't try anything" or even "oh a guy is on his period, he probably doesn't want my face down there"
Why does ANYONE think it would be hot for me to look down and see you EATING the uterine lining that my body just expelled?? The thought alone makes me gag.
Now I don't even want to fucking talk to this guy because I'm so disgusted and it sucks cause he seemed cool.
I sigh, knowing I'm practicing conversations with someone who isn't coming back.
Everyone else cancelled and you didn't even message back.
My mother, however, only saw someone with an attitude and proceeded to make fun of me until I was emotionally exhausted too.
Okay so my step dad, fun character! Yeah, yeah, great times together..
Anyway.
We smoke weed. That's our thing. We smoke a lot of it and we smoke it together. I don't have a job (despite looking) and have very low income from cleaning or just family looking out for me (embarrassing)
Now he's getting fed up with me smoking even though I've offered to pay and have whenever he asks or when I offer and he says yeah. He never brought this up before and it was never an issue until today he says I owe him 30 dollars. At first I thought he was kidding since he said it so randomly and I just nodded and when I realized he was serious, I made plans to pay him back (he doesn't have e-transfer, I have to go to a bank for cash and they're pretty obsolete where I am because of online banking)
Anyway, I'm fine paying him back for the weed I smoke, I don't care, as I said, and have offered before. He said "technically it's more than 30 but I'm letting it slide." I was like ??? Because we never talked about it but I apparently should've known? Like if it was a friend, yeah no question, but family? Who has declined your money multiple times and who you told to let you know if/when you should/need to start throwing money in?
But he wanted to get mad at me because I'm inconsiderate and lazy. By the end of it, we were on an entirely different topic and I realized that when I mess up or anything like this, it doesn't matter what I say or do. My words matter as much as my feelings do (they don't at all matter apparently.)
He said I've never gotten us weed. I have many times.
He said I never even offer. I do, whenever it comes up to get more.
I told him I'd stop smoking for a while, he got mad because it wasn't what he meant.
I said I'd buy my own weed and we could keep it separate to avoid this, again, not good enough.
I don't know what solution he wanted?
I mean he even got mad that I do "five minutes of housework" and "go out for the day."
I was gone like, three hours (thank you public transit for taking much longer since my task was an hour long) getting my mom flowers for mother's Day. I swept up before I left and took out some trash. That was all that really needed doing.
I do what I have to before I go out, I never leave unless everything is done and then the only place I go is the gym, maybe twice a week, but I leave weekends, which we agreed was fine since I'm seeing someone.
Part of me wants to talk to my mom about it but I know it'll become a massive fight and he'll go right back to not talking to me (he didn't look or speak to me a lot growing up, that's another story tho) and he'll be "the monster" and I really can't take anymore of this. The guilt is eating me alive.
I feel like a child but I know I'm just doing my best but I don't even think it's good enough anymore. It makes me want to just...give up. Not even in a suicidal way (let's be real, I'd probably fail at that too) but just in a...nothing way. Like I just want to sit and stop. And let the world keep moving while I wait for the natural conclusion of my life. What type of feeling even is that?
Anyway, guess who's very fucking sober today :)
So I'm an FTM guy and uh well..I don't know how common this situation is and you'll understand why I'm posting about it *here* rather than elsewhere.
Anyway.
I've been seeing a guy (go me!) and we were having a bit of "fun" last night where he started to finger me *there* (!!with consent!!) but he went a little too hard.
It isn't necessary as bad to say ripped or torn but definitely cut *something* because his nail got caught on the way in and now it hurts when I sit or pee.
My (cis) friend told me that sitting on ice helped. Which is all good and well, had I not a trans dick, which is also touching the ice, I experienced a whole new world of pain all together.
Please, my fellow trans-folk, I'm begging. This was humiliating to post, my front stuff hurts and my dick is super cold. Any advice is good advice right now lol
I can tell from the look in your eyes, you're not letting me keep that promise, are you..?
I still say that now, with this thing on my shoulders, it's arms binding mine like a mangled bleeding rope, taking away my ability to do anything but carry it like a parasite.
All it took was one word for you to stop speaking to me for two days and remind me I am nothing but a child.