Sense, Nonsense, and Not-Sense

I was called a crybaby a lot at home, and my anger/frustration at Lots Of Stuff (which basically developed into cptsd) was conveniently labeled "temper tantrums." And yet "there were no signs!" 🙄

(I do miss the social ability to act as protector for the other women in my life sometimes -- and not just from men, plenty of women in the Deep South are perfectly awful to women like my spouse who don't perform femininity to their satisfaction when a "man" isn't in the vicinity enforcing the candy-coated-hatred they call a social contract. Now cis people who accompany me in public interactions act as my protector ensuring good behavior from others...an odd inversion.)

It is sand, so so much. I hope more masculine leaning people can find each other and build something solid to support the full range of human emotions and desires for people who belong in that end of the binary. Imagine a future where both sisterhood and brotherhood are open and welcoming communities... one can dream.