

i woke up today ready to have a tough talk with her and she was cuddling me and being super sweet. I said my piece anyway, not really an ultimatum just communicating that i have sone basic needs that aren’t getting met and that i need to move on very soon if this isn’t going to work out before i age out of the dwindling dating pool. she listened and apologized and admitted that things were hard but she still wanted to be with me and try to make it work. She said the boobs, which i have been extremely fortunate to have the right genetics for, are really tough to deal with and we talked about ways to try and mitigate the issues.
I remain an optimist because I sure do love that woman.
probably doomed but i’m still in girls. I got a kiss :)
bleh it’s only nice when she forces herself and it’s so obvious she’s TRYING against her own impulses. i’m grateful that she’s trying but i want to be adored not endured, you know? she’s been trying for a year and if i complain it gets better for a couple days then back to roomate-ville. am i just a greedy bitch? is it delusional to expect to be loved the way i love? I hate this purgatory and i just don’t know what to do.
cw: transphobia maybe idk
i think it is deeply unfair of the universe to force me to lose everything else in the world i love just to be able to stand myself in the mirror. What a joke. I have finally gained intense personal satisfaction and happiness but the entire rest of the world sure seems bitter about it. I wouldn’t trade being me at last for anything but it feels like a devils bargain. why can’t everyone else just be fucking cool.