- cross-posted to:
- 4chan@lemmy.world
- cross-posted to:
- 4chan@lemmy.world
Start talking about our types in women (im a jeep, im sorry)
I’m guessing the “jeep” is slang for lesbian? I’m familiar with the U-Haul and Subaru tropes, but I’ve never heard anyone call themselves a jeep before, and my search efforts are falling me. Can anyone explain it?
First time I’ve heard someone say it but I speak 4chan vernacular so: “a jeep” -> AGP, “autogynophile”, an ironic way of describing (and delegitimizing) trans lesbians dating back to some shitbag psychiatrist who described trans people as self-fetishists
As cool as it is for me to remember “Oh yeah, I have boobs”, I have never wanted to fuck myself and I’d probably mistake myself for a guy at worst or a ham-beast at best
I have no idea how the hell my boyfriend is attracted to me.
I have no idea how the hell my boyfriend is attracted to me.
Authenticity is hot, and I think a pretty good authenticity indicator is coming out of the closet and voluntarily live life in hard mode.
Interestingly, after living true to yourself for long enough, the idea of living a lie begins to sound like “hard mode.” This is the case for embracing any so-called “alternative” way of being, whether it be through gender expression, sexuality, neurodivergence, lack of religion, or anything else that’s not “typical” in the predominant culture.
Yeah, not everyone’s going to like me, but some people really like me. Which makes the retrospective idea of hiding in a closet forever sound much more miserable. To have to suck up your truth and lie to everyone around you (including yourself) sounds so much harder than being genuine.
For those that need to hear it - your people are out there, and they can’t wait to meet you. ❤️
That makes sense. A GP = A General Purpose (vehicle).
I even trawled UD and couldn’t find a proper definition there. Also, happy 2 year cake day.Oh thanks!
It can be hard to break that wall. I walked into my transition knowing that I was putting my marriage, my shelter, my everything on the line by coming out. I spent months quietly crying to myself in the bathroom, scared of both sides. Wishing it could be easier, hating myself for even wanting this.
It took realizing that there was an inevitable end either way, I just had the choice of being alive or not for it. It took time for me to find new support, and in that between, I felt extremely alienated.
Even trying to be in trans spaces online, I felt like I couldn’t talk about what I was experiencing, about the negatives that can come, and how it still felt worth it to really breathe as me, as the woman who had been screaming behind every word for so much of my life.
It can be an ugly experience, and we can feel like there’s no one there to help catch us as we fall. That’s why one of the best things we can do is never tell someone they’re whatever, but to let them know that, if they are, they aren’t alone. There’s still people who will help them through the hardest.
I don’t want to be “pretty,” I want to be devastatingly handsome. I want to be actaeonizingly beautiful to all genders.
Does that have something to do with acetone? I heard it works well as skin care