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Welcome to /c/traaaaaaannnnnnnnnns, an anti-capitalist meme community for transgender and gender diverse people.
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Bring a trans friend!
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Today was the last day of possibly the last hangout with these friends. We've been friends for almost a decade. They mean a lot to me. They've been there for me in some of my worst fucking years. All those years and years I wasted they still hung out with me every now and again. They brought me cake on my birthday. I'd fucking cry over it because I genuinely had no one else but my family for all that time. The worst years imaginable. Just fucking rotting and they stayed with me.
Did friend 1 use my name? My real fucking name that I love so much? Even when we said goodbye for possibly the last fucking time? No. Of course not. She just said goodbye. I wore a dress for the first time in front of them. I went out fem, fucking embarrassed and everything else and still. No fucking name.
I'm a genderless, nameless freak to her. Even if she wants to support me (by helping me with my dress). She still couldn't bring herself to use my name.
Fucking sobbing right now. Is this the same treatment my family is going to give me? Or probably even worse? Why the fuck is social transition so fucking hard gays.
Hunan beings can get extremely stubborn and stuck in their ways. They try their best not to accommodate others.