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Thinkbubble: "She's probably just being nice" Drawing of two people with long hair and boobs kissing one laying on the other. The thinking dots connect to both.
"Her reciprocating my feelings? No way that's possible. I want it so badly, but it's not something that happens to me. People just don't love me back. That's not how things work. How could anyone possibly fall for me?" (｡╯︵╰｡)
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I remember reading something to this effect in a story about a trans egg. It crushed me inside in a way that nothing else had. I've read stories of doubt and uncertainty, but nothing else had captured how attainable experiences can get blacklisted from your imagination. When you go so many years hating yourself, too scared and uncertain in your own identity to ever even try, you stop believing that love will ever happen.I've worked through a lot of my self hatred, but I still struggle to believe that anyone will ever want me. I'm the one who wants; not an object of want. It hurts less if I give up hope, but rejecting the possibility only makes it less likely. I could ignore relationships for a longer time than other things I craved, but it's probably time to finally teardown this latest shield of false apathy.
From my personal experience the sapphic community (at least in G*rmany) is quite open to trans women/trans people in general.
It's not about me being trans and more about me being me. It's pure brainworms 😅
Oh I thought because you mentioned the egg experience. Anyways your brainworms arw lying. You do what you really want to!
The egg gave me brainworms, but the brain worms don't subsist on dysphoria anymore because they'd starve lol. Thanks though! I know they're lying and I'll make sure the lose uwu