X is for X-phoria, the Precipice of Joy and Anguish
Euphoria is Dysphoria, one moment I'm a second closer, the next I'm a dozen behind, I claw at the seams and the threads bind, silent shrieks shatter, sear, and shred the mind. Then there I am I am I am, wishing I was beautiful again.
Never quite feel one without the other I suppose. Constant companions, for better and worse. Or at least so I feel for right now.
Recently I've been seeing a lot more posts by trans people on twitter, and on one hand I'm extremely glad to be finding more people like me, especially this early on... on the other hand I feel an incredible anxiety about talking to anyone.
I guess it also makes me consider how much I used to basically just dump art on socials, so now if I actually start talking to people it could maybe drive people away from the art.
What on earth
Im gonna take 1000 benadryl and fuck my shadow self
at your service !
King Kong vs. Godzilla (1962)
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