Death (mourning/eulogizing), eye contact
My dad's dog, Abbie, passed away this morning. She came into our family when I was... Maybe seven, and she lived a long and wonderful life. She was a real queen of a dog, and we treated her like it. She was an amazing dog, and I'm going to miss her for the rest of my life.
So between my wonderful girlfriend, our very cute friend, and the Hbomb stream showing just how massive the support is for trans people, I'm feeling.... deserving of happiness, for the first time in a very long time.
So here's my promise to myself, and the people who love me: I will be myself. My name is Amber, and I won't let *anyone* take that away from me. I'm done being safe. Bigots: fuck you. Be afraid of me. I'm the trans person the media's been telling you about.
Copy/pasted introduction from my other account
So I'm Amber. I'm #trans (she/her). I came over from Tumblr because their new policy is (unintentionally?) targeting #queer content and I'd like a place where I'm safe to be myself. I'm into #science and especially #space, #dnd, and #programming, as well as #leftist #politics and #activism. My best friend is my #dog, Lena.
What the fuck, why didn't anyone tell me women's jeans fit so much more comfortably? I saw that they were tight, and I imagined the same weird, restrictive, hard to move in material and fit of men's jeans, but woooow. I can actually lift my feet high enough to take stairs in these.
I would have worn these even back when I was an egg in denial.
Trans, lesbi-ish, left anarchist
HRT June 2018
D&D, space, and politics are my biggest interests.
I'm probably autistic.
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