Just vibin, bein a gremlin.
He/they/it for me pls
Just vibin, bein a gremlin.
He/they/it for me pls
I dont do a lot of personal posts on this website for a number of reasons but one of the main ones is that I live a different life on here than I do in the real world.
On this website, I am open and out and happy. I know who I am and can express that. I can’t do that in real life. Not yet, not soon.
I know that I am a man. I have known for years but I can’t express that in my personal life for multiple reasons. I wish I could. I would love nothing better.
Yeah maybe its me being a coward but for some reasons I just can’t manage to come out; no matter how much I want to. How much I feel like I need to.
I didn’t want to come on here and make it a sob story. I wanted to come on here and say that I need to thank a large part of tumblr for allowing me to be expressive, to be out and to be comfortable. I can only hope that yous are doing this in your real lives.
So on Trans Day of Visibility, think of those you can’t see yet. They are there, we are there, and we see your support. It means the world to us. So thank you.
Hopefully next year, I will be able to have my face included or some positive notes. Until then, I’ll keep trying.
Chibi Vin says Happy Trans Day of Visibility to all my fellow trans peeps!
Whether you’re out or not.
And a note to allies. Please please PLEASE do not out your trans friends. Some of us are not out for our own reasons. Just don’t do it.
Happy Trans day of Visibility, my dudes! When will I ever get my glow up? Who knows.
Happy trans day of visibility
Stay safe whenever you need to leave the house!
And to all my trans peps your amazing!
happy tdov !!! i’ve certainly come a long way…
Date a girl who plays Animal Crossing with you.
Tik Tok and IG: jesse.wojo
what if we had crushes on each other…and we’re both trans? 😳
ya’know sometimes i forget i’m trans and then i look in the mirror and it’s like a rude awakening, idk it just really fucking hurts man that a look like this and that i’ll never get a normal adolescence.
alright y’all, i’ve been too busy for tumblr being a working man in college and all but the time has come for me to flex on you hoes
I started testosteroni and cheese january 2018 and got my top surgery done may 2019
i was a big chonkin boy for a hot minute weighing in the left corner at 293lbs. in october 2018 i wanted to drop weight for my top surgery and for general health and happiness and started cutting carbs and lifting more with a pal and got down to 240 by top surgery
i healed up and got my diet back together after depression eating during recovery and got back in the gym a few months later and kept losing weight till i was down to 183 by october of 2019, totaling 110lbs in a year
i’ve been keeping the weight off and decided i wanna compete at the iatbp powerlifting meet in atlanta in october but corona’s throwing things off a bit but that doesn’t mean we can’t bounce back from it.
i’m trying to stay positive and remember that progress isn’t linear and that bumps in the road are survivable and i want y’all to remember that too. routines being disrupted throw everyone off but that doesn’t negate the success you’ve already had or the success that’s to come. stay strong my homies, we’re all in this together.
This is what these things are for…right? It’s been a couple years since I used one 🤔 Coronavirus, get @ me 😷👊🏼
I forgot to post this here but here’s something I made for @featheredlullaby ‘s contest on Instagram! I really like how this turned out hehe
It’s funny how quickly things can change for the better once you’re in your element. You can be in a rut for years, but you finally get steady on your feet and it feels so sudden that you’re ready and willing to try all these things that scared you so much before.
Ask me just a brief year and a half ago to when I first connected those dots and found the words to explain this discomfort and hatred and empty longing I’d had all my life, and I would’ve told you that I wouldn’t dare wear a dress a day in my life. Of course I wouldn’t, though. I’d gone my whole life to that point being called the tomboy, the ‘girl who hated girly things’, or ‘one of the guys’. But I was always the girl, the daughter, the sister. I didn’t know how to explain it then but all of that felt so wrong to me. So of course when I found those words and came out as transgender, I wouldn’t dare touch anything with a hint of femininity. Even if I didn’t mind it so much. I knew that if I indulged I would be perceived as something that- at the time -I abhorred. The idea of being seen as any tiny bit feminine terrified me.
But as time has gone on, with the means and willingness to change myself for my betterment and comfort, and the determination to not live for years under the oppressive weight of self hatred (apologies for the dramatic wordiness), I’ve found myself opening up to those ideas again. The thoughts of one day rocking a dress, or learning how to do makeup for a Pinterest worthy Pride look, or even just dying my hair- don’t scare me anymore. I know that as time goes on, my confidence will only grow and I’ll improve. More and more I’ll be seen as who I am, who I’ve always felt I am but didn’t know how to say until now.
And because I know who I’m presenting myself as now. I’m not a girl doing girly things. I’m a young man who can appreciate a ruffled skirt.