i kinda wish i could go back to not knowing i was trans sometimes. it was better… maybe. i didn’t really care about my body at all, it was stupid to care. my body was only a way to see and experience things, it’s appearance and what it said about me was irrelevant.
i wish i could go back to thinking like that, idk. i mean, i’m not sure if it was the healthiest thing, i barely had any sense of identity at all and mostly replaced it with fantasies and escapism but… you know, at least i wasn’t breaking down and crying for hours bc of how my shitty tranny body looks like a retard.
maybe i could only do this bc i was younger and more androgynous and i was destined to rope anyway tho.
Dead
Prolly same as now, practically no social life and just rotting, thinking about kmsing. If not actually having done it.
yeah, same probably… but at least i may have been so dissociated i wouldn’t really feel any dysphoria
the exact same position im in now but male
Six feet under. I would be deeply depressed and wouldn’t know the solution.
I would be a social Turkish male. Driving in my golf gti with shitty music, banging the huzz, strong ties to family. Aspiring to make a business, having an actual future.
prolly in a pretty similar place, i’d just be a #woke man, i’d do that for a while and then kill myself once i realized
the actual same position im in now (im already male)
work. yuck. probably barely any friends too. wait thats also true now tho !!
deep self hatred
i would be even more really depressed life would have no meaning, i wouldn’t want to live, and i wouldn’t even know why
i genuinely have no idea. im trying to picture it but i just cant
i might be married by now
I’d probably be a weird rail thin ‘straight’ dude who moonlights as a sissy to cope.
