transartorialism

weird weird weird

all i can think about is, “what is my family about me now?  what do they think is going on?  what do they think about how i look?”

it’s like i never came out as trans but did and now they’re ignoring it but they miss me so they’re continuing to ignore it even though i look like a boy kind of generally speaking except i’ve been misread more times in the past week than i care to count

and then came the part where my mother watched the doctor who marathon with me all day and got really into it

he moved to a different room every time i sat next to him; he shied away from my fingers; he ignored me in favor of skinnier people, of fellow anarchists, of wanderers

he told me he didn’t even know me that well

he was yet another text i misread

the worst part is i don’t even care