It took me a long time to just start to get over the shame—of looking in the mirror and seeing a fucking creep. Of being ashamed of how uncomfortable I made them without realizing. I think I’m back to square one, here. I literally stopped identifying as a trans woman because it felt like such a joke after what happened with them—it’s hard to discern any difference between me and a straight cis dude

Calling me creepy/stalkerish is kind of out of line. I miss them horribly, I try from time to time to reach out to them—I don’t go to their house and dig through their trash. I don’t even ask our mutual friends what they’re up to. I try my best to not make them uncomfortable. I won’t even go places where they might bump into me.

“Creepy” implies that you think I might assault them, which really fucking hurts.

I don’t know why I bother making this post. It’s an uphill battle. But whatever.