if i could see how male puberty would warp my every bone to that of a silverback gorilla i wouldve been afraid of it more instead of pretending it doesnt exist beyond making me taller. “the talk” is such a formality when it could actually save lives from ruin, or maybe i was retarded and didnt pay enough attention
in a perfect world we could choose our puberty. It really doesn’t even do that much harm. I’ve even met cis people who miss so many parts of themselves lost outside of their control. Their voices for choir, their favorite features, their proportions. It’s a tragedy tbh.