This has actually been my life for the last two years...

Tumblr has the opportunity to do the funniest fucking thing with their next mobile icon update

the fucked up thing is that i’ve been in this exact situation and actually felt some measure of beauty in the world. but only when the streets are empty and the area descends into a time of day when it clearly was not meant to functionally exist. there is a wretched beauty in walking around one of these suburban sprawl commerce zones at night or close to dawn, sitting down at a table like this and basking in the sensation that you own the place. maybe this is an inherited derangement from living most of my life in the midwest suburbs, working late night shifts at a grocery store on a corner exactly like this one. maybe it’s just the only time of day in a place like this when you can be truly alone outside

This is exactly the beauty i see in liminal spaces

POV you're about to become a victim of medical malpractice

I graduated in 2001 from a small, rural school.

On Halloween my sophomore year, a kid came to school in a dress. I don’t know their true gender, just that they usually presented as a boy and, on that Halloween, as I passed them in the hallway wearing their pretty dress, they turned to their friend and said hollowly, “This is the only day I can get away with this.”

I never knew this kid’s name, they were two grades above mine. I don’t have the inside scoop on how they identified. But they existed.

The difference is that now people like them -- and me -- have more support.

Share you were trans? Shit, in my school you couldn’t share you were *gay*. Just plain old gay.

People could *assume*, of course. There was a girl in a class above mine whose nickname was Moose - she was stocky and solid and played multiple sports. She was also a lesbian. Of course, she never said she was a lesbian, because despite the fact she was good at sports and popular, she STILL could say she liked girls. Even though we all knew it. You had to wait to leave for college to express any sort of non-straight interest.

So trans? No. Oh, no, there would have been a fucking murder in my town. But one of my brother’s classmates who went to school with us in the 90s transitioned. Though not until after she left, because she didn’t want someone to be all “try that in a small town.”

I graduated high school in 1994 in a class of less than 100.

Two of my former classmates have come out as trans.