I spent my entire life being trapped in a body that I hated. I finally am free and it feels amazing. I’m 37 about to be 38 and started late don’t give up on who you are and if your thinking about taking a leap of faith I can tell you now, emotionally,
Mentally, and physically, it’s the best thing I ever did..💋🫶🏼🏳️‍⚧️love you girls, you matter and your beautiful

I’ve been having a rough time…. I came out to my wife for the second time after trying to bury who I was for 6-7 months. I never thought I’d have to go through coming out twice pretty much. I just really don’t know what to do she hates my femininity. Saying I’m goin to traumatize my children and says that I don’t love her. I don’t know how to make someone understand why I am transgender when they feel like I’m delusional and crazy. I want to have accountability and do right but I can’t bury Jaylee and do that. Sorry to rant I’m just barely hangin on here today

Querida yo, o quien sea que esté leyendo esto en el futuro:
Hoy necesito escribir lo que tantas veces me trago por miedo, por cansancio o porque simplemente ya no tengo fuerzas para explicarlo. A veces, el silencio de mi habitación pesa tanto que se convierte en un eco ensordecedor. Me siento profundamente sola. No es solo una ausencia física de gente alrededor, sino esa sensación de estar habitando un mundo donde siento que nadie logra entender del todo lo que llevo por dentro.
Esta transición ha sido el viaje más valiente de mi vida, pero también el más solitario y doloroso. En el camino hacia ser quien realmente soy, me he quedado con los bolsillos vacíos de muchas personas que pensé que estarían siempre. Duele mirar atrás y ver los puentes rotos, los abrazos que ya no existen y las miradas que se apartaron. Duele haber tenido que pagar un precio tan alto solo por el simple hecho de existir en mi propia verdad.
Y en medio de este frío, ha habido momentos en los que me he perdido a mí misma. La lucha contra las drogas ha sido una batalla silenciosa y desgastadora; una trampa a la que recurrí buscando anestesiar el dolor, buscando un refugio rápido cuando la realidad quemaba demasiado. Hay días en los que levantarme de la cama se siente como una montaña imposible de escalar. La motivación se apaga, y me pregunto si este cansancio perpetuo es todo lo que la vida tiene reservado para mí.
Pero, a pesar de todo el miedo y de las cicatrices que llevo en la piel y en el alma, hay una pequeña chispa que se niega a apagarse del todo. Es una vocecita frágil, casi imperceptible, que se atreve a soñar.
Quiero pensar que todo esto no es en vano. Quiero creer que este dolor tiene un límite y que, en algún momento, el peso en el pecho va a empezar a disiparse. Deseo con toda el alma llegar a ese día en el que pueda mirarme al espejo y sentir una paz genuina, donde sonreír no me cueste tanto y donde la vida, por fin, se sienta como un regalo y no como una carga.
Hoy estoy rota, pero sigo aquí. Y tal vez, el simple hecho de seguir respirando en medio de la tormenta ya sea una forma de valentía. Confío en que, paso a paso, podré encontrar mi lugar en el mundo y volver a sentirme mejor.

I am reaching out to you for my sis LEYLA. 

A doll🏳️‍⚧️ living in Morocco🇲🇦. We have started a gofundme to materially enable her transition. PLS consider donating to the doll her precious soul deserves our support. PLS share this post and the gofundme with your circles. PLS keep the dolls in Morocco in your mind. I wish all of you could be touched by her like I am.

  GO

  FUND

  HER

The funds raised will go toward:

•⁠ ⁠Hormone replacement therapy (HRT): medication and other necessary supplies.

•⁠ ⁠Laser hair removal: sessions to help alleviate gender dysphoria and feel more comfortable in my body.

•⁠ ⁠Blood tests: essential monitoring of my health throughout my transition.

•⁠ ⁠Medical appointments: consultations and professional guidance to help me navigate my transition as safely as possible.

•⁠ ⁠Potentially moving out: saving toward greater independence and, if circumstances allow, a safer and more supportive living environment.

LINK: https://gofund.me/8f9c47f93 

Hey everyone! I’m 24 and hoping to meet some other trans people around my age who I can talk to, relate to, and hopefully become friends with.
I’d really like to have some people in my life who understand some of the things that come with being trans, whether that’s for support, sharing experiences, or just having someone to chat with. It would be nice to make some genuine connections with people who understand where I’m coming from.
I’m pretty open-minded and happy to talk about all kinds of things, so you don’t have to worry about having the perfect conversation starter or anything like that!
If you’re around my age and also looking to make some friends, feel free to comment or message me. I’d love to get to know you! 💙

Hi everyone,
I'm a 35-year-old trans woman named Nova. I'm currently in Kansas and trying to get to a safer state and rebuild my life.
A few years ago, after leaving Alabama and moving to Seattle, I went through a severe depressive episode and attempted suicide. Since then, I've lost pretty much everything and have been couch surfing and staying wherever I can while trying to get back on my feet.
I know this is a bit of a vulnerable post, but I'm trying to do things differently. Instead of isolating myself or giving up, I'm reaching out for support, friendship, advice, and community. I don't have many people in my life right now, and I'm hoping to connect with others who understand what it's like to struggle and start over.
If anyone has advice on resources, relocating to a safer area, finding community, or just wants to say hello, I'd really appreciate it.
Thanks for reading. ❤️

I'll admit it, I'm not very good about washing my binder, and I feel like I could be washing it BETTER. I mostly come here to ask for tips on washing it and how to get residual deodorant off 😬 As of now whenever I wash it I just get some warm water and detergent and hand wash like I would hand wash anything else. Appreciate the help 🙏 and if you see this post in other sub reddits, no you don't lol (just shooting my shots where I can)

I am 26 yo, nonbinary AMAB, pre hrt pre everything, looking forward to transitioning

Looking for work in queer friendly workspaces.

Below are my skill sets

\- photography, videography (I have my own equipment dslr drone, mic, tripod, lights etc.)

\- basic photo editing photoshop, Canva, cdr, Ai.

\- basic line-up editing premiere pro, canva , inshot, vn

\- I can complete social media management, creating a content planner, analytics, meta ads etc.

\- I can also manage the labour force, as I have worked as a logistics manager for a year

Based in India, Mumbai but remote work is appreciated

I'm writing and don't have a title. I'm also on my phone lying in bed thinking of what I'm feeling. None of it good.

I'm married forever to my wife. She has a son. That boy is an adult with his own kids. He was just a little boy when we tied the knot. My grandchild is graduating college next year.

When the grandchildren were little I came out as Trans. It was a shock and a lot of emotions and understanding was shared between my wife and myself. However, I was ostracized by my stepson and my grandkids dropped me immediately. Blocked me on social media and blocked me on there phones. It hurt a lot!!!

That was almost 10 years ago. In that time I have not had any contact with any of them. And really I have partly put it behind me. However, they still want to have contact with my wife. I mean why wouldn't they, she's their grandmother.

I left my home state and my wife 3 ½ years ago. Partly because my state became fascist and I wasn't safe. My wife couldn't live without me so she followed me here to my new home 3 months after I arrived. I love her and she loves me.

Here is my delima, her son called to talk about my grandkid's graduation. For the last few weeks I have been excited to go see them. Partly because I am fucking gorgeous!!!!! But also I miss them. But after my wife's phone conversation I am sad and just so empty.

I wasn't prevy to the conversation, because its not my place to lord over someone while they are in conversation. But what she relayed to me hurt deeply. Not just from her son but from her take on it. Basically it was this: they don't hate me. But I'm always political and if someone doesn't believe how I believe then they are wrong. I'm not going to defend myself over this because yes I am political, but to the point of I don't believe my rights are any less than anyone's else's. No more but no less. One side doesn't want me to exist. That's not political in my opinion. But I've always been a social warrior even before I transitioned. So that statement hurt. What hurt more is when my wife didn't defend me. Just let that statement hang in the air like it was fact and context doesn't matter. The other part of the conversation was my grandchild blocked me because they didn't understand me. Again she didn't defend me or push back on that. My grand kid came out as ACE. So having that much of a foundation on LGBTQ + and saying they don't understand is weak tea. Plus, again my wife didn't push back. It hurts so much to supposedly have your soul mate allow me to be harmed. I say harmed, I don't know if that's correct. It feels like I was harmed, maybe neglected. All I know is I wasn't being defended.

I don't want to go now and I feel hurt so much that she doesn't see what she did or rather didn't do as a slight to me. I know she doesn't want to upset her son. But I'm hurt as well. She's in a tight place. It's hard.

When this stuff happens...and it's happened before. I shut down and cut people off completely. Right or wrong it's my M.O.

What I am wanting to know is how do I get past this? Because part of me wants to have her go to graduation and tell her not to come back. I know that's not rational or correct behavior. It's childish and selfish. Like I'm a hurt little baby not liking that the world isn't fair.

It's hard for me to even be in the same room. She knows something is off. I tell her it's because of the news from her conversation. Her response is that it's actually good news that I am welcomed with conditions. That I'm too this or that and that I'm the reason we are close because of my stance on human rights and how fascism is somehow wrong.

I'm ranting and sorry about that. I'm yelling into the void. Life will go on. Just not content with my lot in life. Carry on

This is what the world needs, MORE PIE!