Get You A Girl With Too Many Arms. Get You A Girl With An Uncommon Number Of Limbs. Get You A Girl With

Assuming this hasn't been done yet.

I wish I could fall asleep in bed as easily as when I'm trying to do homework on the couch.

I can't tell if other people are confusing or if I'm the confusing one.

I want the universe to know that regardless of whether anyone else sees a woman when they look at me, regardless of which pronouns I am called upon with, regardless of which bathroom I use, regardless of the name or sex on my driver's license, regardless of the clothes I am allowed to wear, regardless of whether or not I see myself as a woman, I am happy with the shape of my body for the first time in my life because I started hormone replacement therapy a little over a year ago. I could live the rest of my life as a man if it meant that I could be happy and at peace with this flesh.

That I could go an entire year without feeling like my skeleton is trying to rip free from the flesh and tendons and skin covering my bones is a miracle. That I could go an entire year without wondering what the next body horror avatar of the flesh werewolf transformation I will have to endure next is a blessing. That I could see my reflection in the mirror and she and I are the same person is all I could ask for.

I understand not everyone can live that way, but I need anyone at all to understand the relief I feel every day. No difference of belief or values could take this away from me. Only hatred. I have ideologies, but their importance pales in comparison to value I place on access to HRT. This is for myself and no one else. The joy I feel. Strip me of all other dignities out of what you believe is the proper way for me to interact with the world, but no one can dictate the relationship I have with myself. The only reason anyone could possibly want to take this away from me is to cause me pain.

My friends probably wouldn't believe this, but I consider posting something in my friend group's groupchat 20 to 30 times before actually posting it unprompted. I'm not sure if this is normal or anxiety.

Looking to rebrand my account a little. Might start posting my thoughts a bit

Just a reminder that Robots (2005) has two on-screen sexual reassignment surgeries which happen to two different characters.

Is it wrong that when I first heard the Micheal Distortion from TMA being described, I just imagined Dylan Brady with big hands?

Introductions

Name: Esther (She/It)

Interests (in no particular order): Chemistry, TTRPGs, cool rocks, video games, making friends, ASL, arts and crafts, dedicated and improvised tools, caving, cosplay, space exploration, music, buying lots of books (and comics) without reading them, and lots of other things!

Ideal Aesthetics: Alchemical, academic, astrology girl, furry, elf princess, sci-fi, butch.

It's funny that it took me so long to start USING tumblr. I started looking at tumblr posts on Pinterest when I was in 8th grade on my school-issued chromebook. I have been an avid reader of tumblr posts reposted to other websites for roughly eight years now, but I just started making the content.