Thinkin Thoughts! This One’s Called “niche Market”

Nevermind. It’s all good! I got the gender right today so everything is going to be alright

What do you mean I have to get up and go to class?

I just want to get high and watch movies with my friends.

And now you’re telling me I gotta contribute to society?

Fuck off!

A Woman named Zoey

The other night, I met a woman named Zoey. It was the first time I had met someone who had my old name. It was jarring at first, but the more I think about it, the more poetic it becomes.

Zoey was a headstrong, smart, artistic, and funny little girl. She was adventurous and friendly. She used to approach other kids on the playground, introduce herself, and within minutes she would have a new best friend. Zoey used to be able to come up with a million ideas in one night and write them all down to explore in the morning. Zoey was hurt by people she trusted a lot and she forgave them because she didn’t want them to get hurt. She got hit over and over and still stood up. She was scared, but she had a big heart.

I’m not her anymore. I’m not Zoey. I haven’t been Zoey in a long time. I’ve been Joey, Eliott, Z, Grey, and Felix, but Zoey has become a stranger to me. The little girl who spent so much time being abandoned by the strangers she thought were her best friends, was abandoned by the person who should have loved her most. I spent a lot of time hating her. Hating her innocence, hating her femininity, hating her openness. 

But then the other night, I met a woman named Zoey. She was a trans woman, probably at the same time in her transition that I was. Only out for a few years, and still getting used to the new name. At first, it was uncomfortable saying the name out loud again. It felt foreign, like another language. But the more I think about it, the more I find comfort in it. I didn’t abandon her. I simply let her become a new person. 

I’ve only started to believe more in spirituality, and this was almost cosmic. Cause now there’s me and there’s Zoey. I got to see the person she’s become. She’s still smart, funny, and friendly. She’s still learning and growing. I don’t know much about the woman she’s become, but I know that she’s ok. She’s going to be ok.

Gender

I'm writing a paper right now for school and the Inquiry Question (IQ) that inspired it is "What is gender, and why do we as a society put so much pressure on labeling it exactly?"

I do not know where to start as the first thing I need to do is define gender. I myself have not been able to do so in my 18 years, and I highly doubt that I will be able to do so within these next few months as I write this paper.

I have decided that for the purpose of this paper, I will view gender the same way The Doctor views time; "a big ball of wibbily wobbily timey wimey stuff". As I conduct my research, I have come to the realization that my IQ will require a lot of unraveling as gender is such a large and complex knot of culture, religion, society, psychology, and philosophy.

I am posting this to conduct research. I want to hear about other people's experiences with gender. I want to hear from anyone and everyone with how they view gender. Please let me know. I am so so curious.

grabs your hand. you've had enough plot and exposition and character development lately im taking you to the beach episode

we've done it again folks

transgender yearning

it rules to be a transgender writer because writing trans themes is easy as fuck. it's easy as fuck dude. trans themes basically write themselves. change is the fundamental motor of storytelling. guess what else is all about change bitch

This is me and my friend while watching that episode.

i'm the first one.

dude you look so masc wallowing in your misery like that

when gerard way sings "the broken, the beaten, and the damned" and when kermit the frog sings "the lovers, the dreamers, and me" they're talking about the same people btw