Growing up trans and/or gay is just: I love myself. This body is a temple. Nobody will ever love me. I want to start a GSA. My body is disgusting. I deserve love. Why am I afraid all the time? I want to be told it'll all be okay. I want to move away from here where nobody knows who I am. My body is okay, actually. I want to be remembered.
My favourite internet niche has to be the Brazilian internet genre of GAY PEOPLE PLAYING DODGEBALL.
Warning: screaming. Lots of it.
Thanks to twitter user @ecbahya for putting these in a thread.
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