here I dreamt you were an architect
Discomfort is a blessing. An understanding, a lesson unlearnable.
You can spend you're time running, fighting, pushing that boulder up the hill.
The trans experience makes you a sage of these feelings. You dare look at someone who CHOSE 24 YEARS of discomfort and thinks it can't handle it? That doesn't understand how it's a path to love and acceptance? Doesn't it understand the path to freedom better than most?
There's something as simple as an unfollow button, a parlay with my BPD, a communion with demons rooted in growth at its core...
It's not a threat. But I could make this so much worse couldn't I? But you were even more afraid of yourself than that??!!!??
Authenticity is the intimidator, the hammerlock, you could have given the Iggy at any time... But you tapped out.
You're not a punk, you're not a worker, you're a child.
You once called me a cryptid, that I should be treated as such. I wonder what happened to that reverence... It seems you've forgotten