once again thinking about this guy at the pigeon museum who was giving a little presentation about pigeon mating habits or something, and takes one look at me and my partner and immediately goes “oh and pigeons can be GAY, too!!!”
*sighs and pulls my cigarette out of my mouth, rubbing my eyes and looking weary.* yknow. everyones always asking me how i transitioned. how long ive been on t, who did my surgery. whatever. fucking small talk. i didnt want this to get out, i really didnt. but i wished on a star, ok. I wished on a fucking star. dandelions too, i never claimed to be perfect. birthday candles? oh you dont even want to know the things i wished on. but a long time ago i used to be a little wooden puppet. also a girl. i was a girl puppet. i’m still transgender, i wouldnt lie about that. but i said “i wish i was a real boy. and yeah i said boy.” i came out to that fucking star. i had wished so many times.. but the next morning i woke up in a hospital, my tits fucking gone and a testosterone prescription written. dont be ridiculous. i had to stil go through the whole medical process, it was just a bit sped up. yeah thats how it works. but anyways. yknow. i never wanted to say it. wanted to go the rest of my life pretending i was just like everyone else. but i can only keep so much from you. come on. tonight’s supposed to be a beautiful night for stargazing. if it worked for me, it can work for you.
my partner doesn’t understand 99% of technology or the internet but i’ve let him use my instagram a couple times and all that’s really come of it is he’s now obsessed with a specific dog i follow and asks about him like he’s a guy we know
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