Honestly, it wasn’t just the funny memes for me, but people sharing real stories of trans trials and trans joy, that’s what made the original sub special for me and helped me learn more about myself. Finding out the stories of other trans folks coming to realize that they were in fact trans helped me realize trans folks were normal folks like me and that, *gasp*, even I could be trans gendered.

Anyway, view this as an invitation to post your non-doxxing trans joy moments and ask for emotional support when going through trans trials. Nothing is too stupid!

  • silent_water [she/her]@hexbear.netM
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    first week of getting she/her and called my name was magical. I’ve never experienced like it and I probably never will again. euphoria is an understatement.

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      The first time I male failed, I had a happy little cry afterwards. I couldn’t believe it had just happened to me, and was one of the best moments of my life. A close second I think would be the first time that a straight guy hit on me.

  • GenderIsOpSec [she/her]@hexbear.net
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    1 year ago

    Well there’s this one thing that springs to mind.

    I was in the store with my dad and my nephew. Dad got into a conversation with someone he knew and me and the kid were walking around practically hand in hand (he’s very huggy Care-Comrade) later in the car dad tells me that the person asked who the “girlie with the hat and her kid” were.

    Funny thing, my guy was like a head shorter to me so my first reaction was to ask who the fuck does he think he is calling me a girlie trans-gun but I was also pretty happy that someone assumed that I was a mom transshork-happy

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    I really liked egg_irl. I’m pretty much done my transition at this point, but I still read it. I didn’t participate much, but I loved watching their little eggs crack, and the joy that ensued. It was nice.

    I don’t have much to say about myself without doxxing. Sorry.