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I don't know what I am anymore I'm too self obsessed not to care as if I don't pass by a mirror every hour and stroke my facial hair standards of cis normativity never make sense they don't make sense more than ever why be like everyone else when I'm already the outcast whats the point to stop expression whats the point to stop..my expression? of my experience of my encounters of my existence my identity will be radical with or without cis validation my happiness is resistance with or without standards we were not meant to fit in so outgrowing it is suitable
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21 / Gender Nonconforming / the moon
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Written by
Sharktooth
21 / Gender Nonconforming / the moon
Published
Dec 14, 2020
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18·104
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Questioning my identity as a trans male and how I fit into society. Although I do not identify as my sex, AFAB, that does not mean I align with male roles, neither male expectations. I align more masculine and am repulsed by being misgendered, but can embrace femininity now that I see myself the way I've viewed myself for over ten years.

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#trans#transgender#queer#genderqueer#ftm#lgbt#nonbinary
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