I’m still hurting from my breakup last Friday. It was my first relationship since I started transitioning and they made me feel so alive. I don’t regret a second of our time together, it was that good. (It isn’t often you go on a date with a civilian — someone who doesn’t make rent through sex work or erotic labour — make out with them in an alley way and have them come back with detailed notes about their many playthroughs of your fat fetish porn game.)
After I was done ugly crying in the shower I ordered myself to put on my best makeup and spend the day outside. I’m very much a wreck, but I look sickening.
