I’m so happy you all enjoyed the first one shot of this project! So thanks for all of your kind words about my writing, i appreciate you so much!
Here is the second one shot.
And just a reminder, none of these are related!
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I’m a Mess: An Ed Sheeran One Shot
I’m really smitten with the relationship that I have with Ed Sheeran. It’s not this overdramatic love sequence that’s just going to boil down to nothing at the end of the day other than public displays of affection and empty words. No, there’s no time for melodrama or bullshit or reading between the lines of messages with hidden meanings. It’s all or nothing. It’s black or white, hot or cold, yes or no. There is no doubt in my mind that I am madly in love with someone who takes his tea without any sugar, can’t legally drive, and thinks about knitting a sweater for his kitten on a weekly basis. I don’t know anything other than him and I. I don’t. I can’t see anything other than those bright blue eyes and brightly colored tattoos, I can’t hear anything but the way his voice rolls over itself when he’s talking quickly or singing, the way he says my name in the morning, afternoon, and night, the way it cracks in his throat when he’s upset or afraid. I can’t feel anything but the warmth of his arm around my waist in the middle of the night, his beard when it scratches the skin on my neck or thighs, the grip he has around my heart. Everything comes up Sheeran in every aspect of my life. He’s all I know.
I don’t know how anyone exists without being able to talk to their significant other like we talk to each other. And not just about important stuff like living arrangements, where we’re going to spend holidays, and where he’s going to put his toothbrush in my apartment. I mean, talking. Talking about the shitty weather conditions or whose ass looks better in a beach volleyball game or what it feels like to completely miss Pluto being a planet because part of our childhood then becomes a lie fabricated by NASA. On some level, yes, I want to be able to be serious with him for a few seconds so we can build a foundation for this relationship, and we have that, but on most days I just want to walk around the corner to our local pub and drink cheap and potentially shitty beer and just be in each other’s company.
Tonight is that kind of a night, but we stumble around town with a few of Ed and I’s friends. Mutual friends are my favorite kind of friends as long as they don’t have to choose sides if we ever decide to break up. If it comes down to it, Ed can have them. God knows that he deserves them more than I do. But I do deserve some kind of award for winning over the friends of every boyfriend I’ve ever had. I grew up with three brothers and a video game controller practically glued to my hip. I learned the rules to football at an early age, how to shoot a bb gun, how to drink whiskey (neat, by the way), and how to hold my own in a physical fight. Tonight we share drinks with the guys from Snow Patrol, who are so talented and just overall good dudes that I want them to be family.
So this idea that trans people (particularly trans women) are “bullshitting.” That we lie about our childhoods and life experiences. That cis people can make up any old shit they want and assert it as more true than what trans people say about being trans.
I remember one cis woman who asserted that the reason trans people transition is that they tried to be an extreme member of their sex assigned at birth and couldn’t hack it, so they decided to transition. So like a trans woman is a trans woman because she wanted to be a hypermasculine alpha dude but couldn’t pull it off and decided that meant she must be a woman.
And there’s a lot of putting the cart before the horse, too. Like, insisting that trans people decide we must be trans because of our favorite colors, or desire to wear particular clothing, or the toys we might have played with. That all trans people think this way and transition for these reasons.
And similar to the above, an idea that trans people transition because they’re feminine men or masculine women or because they’re gay or lesbian and think that to be attracted to men one must be a woman or attracted to women one must be a man. And of course there are more than two genders, but that doesn’t always get acknowledged.
And as far as it goes for trans people, our stories are consistent, our interpretations of our lived experiences are consistent. We do not all have the same experiences, but anyone looking at a broad selection of trans people’s explanations of our lives will see some similarities and consistencies that stand out.
So what these people are saying is that trans people (and especially trans women) have such simplistic views of gender that we conclude we are a particular gender because of what we like and what we do, but at the same time we are so devious and deceitful and cunning that we have all managed to keep our stories consistent across hundreds of thousands of people that this must reflect one of the most significant and successful conspiracies of all time.