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I’m guessing you’d be happier with me gone, a distant memory you don’t have to confront.

Im guessing you’d be stress free without me, another obstacle you’ve overcome moving towards your true passions.

Im guessing you’d be wanting her, not a thought of your former life with me, to ponder.

Im guessing you’re adventurous, we always had such big dreams, but we never chose to explore.

Im guessing you’re onto the better things in life, not thinking of the “petty feelings” I constantly expressed, that didn’t manage to fall through the cracks.

Im guessing you’re with somebody else, someone beautiful, calm, same-minded, I’m guessing she’s all you’ve ever wanted, after you met me. Im guessing she’s the one you told me you wish I was like, the perfect woman but we never compromised. I’m guessing I will never be the woman you want, sense the woman I have become is the woman you do not want..

I’m guessing you made yourself life to the fullest, because that’s all I ever wanted, for you to experience and live, just with me by your side. I’m guessing you didn’t realize all I ever wanted was to feel as though I meant more than just in person, I wanted to feel as though everything I said mattered, whether you agreed or not, as though my feelings and thoughts aren’t a problem or burden.

I’m guessing you’re exactly where you want to be, and are happier choosing to not choose me…

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Love the argument “oh but if you transition you’ll have to deal with being trans your whole life” because first of all there is nothing bad about being trans and second I’m still gonna be trans even if I don’t medically transition I’ll just be trans and miserable instead of trans and happy

Every time I hear someone say something like this I remember that one exerpt from that one book in which the author considers Gomez Addams as a trans man specifically because he has the energy of a guy who wakes up every day absolutely over the moon to discover that he gets to be a man with a family and a moustache and a wife who’s taller than god yet again, and it becomes painfully apparent that people who say these things don’t understand transness at all.

EDIT: I found it! Here it is!

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An excerpt from the essay “Powerful T4T Energy in Steve Martin’s The Jerk” by Daniel M. Lavery, from his book Something That May Shock and Discredit You.

Absolutely amazing addition I love this and personally I can’t wait to be proudly trans for the rest of my life!

I need someone who is going to show me as much attention as I want, who will fuck AND please me in every way, and will be as loyal as a fucking golden retriever. I need someone just like me, but unfortunately I’m one of a kind I fucking guess…

I wait up all night for you to get home, I have everything cleaned and ready for you, I’m in an amazing fucking mood, I make you brownies, buy you food, clean the house, cuddle with you, give you a massage, do everything to make you happy and because I asked you a question you get so fucking mad and leave and ruin one of the only time we have to spend together? Okay. I’ll stop crying, but that doesn’t mean I will stop having emotions. Have a good night at work, call me if you want.

I wish I had died in my wreck, would’ve been easier for everyone else. No drama, no more issues, no more constant regret for them. They would’ve been happier. They wouldn’t have to constantly check on me, they wouldn’t have to worry if I was gonna be happy. They wouldn’t have to deal with my feelings, all there would have to deal with is getting over the loss of someone who was always a constant burden. Someone who never matters. Someone who no matter what is always the problem, so yes. If I would’ve died in my wreck everything would’ve been easier for them because they would’ve loved and lost, rather than living in a constant state of insanity trying to make sure I’m okay.

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