Tomorrow marks my 1 year anniversary of not wearing a breast binder.
On October 7 2023, I awoke to a siren.
I didn’t have enough time to squeeze myself into the barbaric breast squashing device I had used to ‘pass’ as a man.
I had only enough time to run to a bomb shelter.
neat watching everyone repeat the same discourse over who can use what labels for their gender and sexuality instead of coming to the conclusion that maybe trying to fit people into neat little boxes is kinda fucking stupid
like when has trying to describe an individual in one or two words ever just easily and neatly worked?? i get wanting language to describe aspects of the self and as a way to find community but being a cop about it is just kinda weird and annoying
