Apr. 2nd, 2011


Apr. 2nd, 2011 08:19 am
[Darlin', you might not want to read this...]

So what was to be a pleasant night out with one of K's coworkers turned into a "justify your existence" inquisition based on second wave transmisogynist bullshit. It was nice to find out that my existence was somewhat inherently offensive, for having experienced male privilege at some point but "choosing" to be female*, and that I have value only because K likes me. See, I thought I had no fucking value, so it was good to know that the affection of a cis woman still gives me the right to live.

So, yeah, all I have to show for last night are a bunch of nightmares and some new gouges on my arms. But, hey, I suppose there is a silver lining here. I may have been crushing a bit on this coworker of hers - like I do with probably half the queer girls I meet because I'm fucking absurd - and was experiencing my usual crushy awkwardness, but that has been totally fixed now! Yay! Or something. Fuck. It was just a night full of ouch and fail.

*Didn't I just fucking write about that shit?
Me, after talking about last night: "Well, it's okay - I mean, shit, I have like this magical ability to forgive pretty much anything."
Her: "I know, but I don't think that's a good thing."
Me: "[K] says that too..."
Her: "Good!"


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