possible sneedposting, but I love trans people. I love seeing John 50s that still have a beard shadow, I love anxious obvious boymoders, I love doods with green hair and facial piercings, I love normie bookish tgirls, I love transbian goths with poorly done black lipstick, I love unreadable enbies.
Sure plenty of trans people are weird or annoying or whatever, but seeing others going through the same (or similar) bullshit and still existing and putting themselves out there makes me feel so much safer and alive. idk what you look like, how clocky you are, how anxious you are. you deserve to live in your community and feel alive.


I love it too!
I love when I see us in groups, like people who’ve found their people, looking at and observing and interacting with one another like the rest of the world isn’t there.
I LOVE the couples holding hands.
I love the stealth grannies who wear their flags to be out and visible with those of us that don’t have the option
I love the gym bros who are built like fucking tanks, I love seeing them lean into “Cool” in the way that always felt so wrong for me.
I love seeing us happy, and seeing us succeed.
Thank you for this post, it’s made me think that MAYBE people see me when I don’t see them and think “I love the hard working women who read books on the train”
Or in the case of the man in the wheelchair today who has filled my day with happy tears , maybe they think “I love ones who took a bad hand they were dealt, and played it the best they could anyway”
Thank you for this post 🫶🏻
your cute story earlier inspired me to make this post! thank you <3