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#misgendering
I'm in this coffeeshop, see? I'm supposed to be writing the story of my life Because that's what I want my life to be I want my life to be the story of my life Written and rewritten and spoken and applause Reaching people who want to know or Think they know or need to know or Just like jokes and tears Because that's the story of my life But I'm not. I'm staring at her. I'm peering over my mac Staring at her Peering at her mac She seems nice She sits with friends or coworkers or both Eyes on the screen Fingers absently twitching Mugs of coffee cooling And I want to walk up to her and say Excuse me, but why I was standing at that table a minute ago There was a man there And we were talking About art and toasters and pencils and creation Of art about toasters using pencils and it was Engaging and exciting Creativity discussed giving me the impetus To go back to my mac and Write more about the story of my life But you came through Between me and him With your mac and your coffee Excuse me sir Was all you said To the person with the coffee And the lipstick And the earrings And blood red nails And serviceable **** In the leggings and boots and tunic in the blues and light hues Of the modern woman And I was so enthused About pencils And toasters And art and The story of my life That it didn't hit me until I sat down Excuse me Sir. Wow The man gave you that table Because he was one and you were many Wandering through this coffeeshop, see? And he left He seemed nice And you stayed And instead of writing the story of my life I tap tap tap and erase and tap I peer at you over my mac And want to ask you WHY What is it about me That makes you think I want To be called Sir? But I don't And that's the story of my life
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Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 1:00 PM UTC
Coffeeshop (1)
I'm in this coffeeshop, see? I'm supposed to be writing the story of my life Because that's what I want my life to be I want my life to be the story of my life Written and rewritten and spoken and applause Reaching people who want to know or Think they know or need to know or Just like jokes and tears Because that's the story of my life But I'm not. I'm staring at her. I'm peering over my mac Staring at her Peering at her mac She seems nice She sits with friends or coworkers or both Eyes on the screen Fingers absently twitching Mugs of coffee cooling And I want to walk up to her and say Excuse me, but why I was standing at that table a minute ago There was a man there And we were talking About art and toasters and pencils and creation Of art about toasters using pencils and it was Engaging and exciting Creativity discussed giving me the impetus To go back to my mac and Write more about the story of my life But you came through Between me and him With your mac and your coffee Excuse me sir Was all you said To the person with the coffee And the lipstick And the earrings And blood red nails And serviceable **** In the leggings and boots and tunic in the blues and light hues Of the modern woman And I was so enthused About pencils And toasters And art and The story of my life That it didn't hit me until I sat down Excuse me Sir. Wow The man gave you that table Because he was one and you were many Wandering through this coffeeshop, see? And he left He seemed nice And you stayed And instead of writing the story of my life I tap tap tap and erase and tap I peer at you over my mac And want to ask you WHY What is it about me That makes you think I want To be called Sir? But I don't And that's the story of my life
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i feel like i cant breathe most of the time maybe its the tight binder on my ribs maybe its the suffocating thoughts that tell me im not good enough maybe its all the stares that i know are questioning my gender i wish i could tell you it gets easier every time someone calls me a girl when im wearing all mens clothes, a binder, and short hair but it doesnt it gets worse so much worse no matter the effort i put in how hard i try to present as masculine as possible at the point where i cant even see anything feminine about myself anymore im always seen as the thing that will always break me down sometimes i think it would be easier to take it all back say im a girl and dress like one at least then ill be seen as how im trying to ill hide behind a mask say im something that im not because arent i doing that already? saying im okay and that it doesnt matter when someone calls me a girl? putting on fake smile and act like it doesnt feel like someone took my spirit and covered it with the wrong color paint i feel like i shouldnt be myself most of the time
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Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
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