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- Oct 14, 2018
It's more than just the toys. It catches him in the shower, in the morning, in the evenings, when he's lying in bed at night, staring at the ceiling.
When he's stuck in between some sort of distraction, in those quiet moments when something isn't completely swallowing his attention.
He knows it's more than just the toys. He knows he mutilated his body for no other reason than his mental illness. He knows that nothing will fix the damage he's done. He knows that surgery is just a flailing attempt to keep up the charade that he's bought into.
He's a gambler sitting on a stool in front of a slot machine, shitting his pants and letting it roll down his legs because he thinks it's going to pay off. This time it will pay off. This time it will make everything better. This time he'll magically wake up and he'll be euphoric. He'll be glowing. He'll go home, sit in his trash heap, stare at his toys and he'll feel happy.
Then the drugs will wear off. He'll grab his dilator, ram it into the abomination that he banked all his hopes and dreams on, and it will be nothing but pain.
And he'll remember all those showers. All those times in the morning, in the evening, when he was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. Those times when his attention wasn't completely consumed, and he'll realize that just like those toys, it didn't fix his problem.
He's mentally ill, and he will never be a woman.
It's always transphobia.
Questioning the trans religion in any way is transphobia and leads to excommunication. See above answer.
