I’d say something like 70 to 80% of the time, I can “deal,” for lack of a better word, with my current existence. I may have to present as a male but I can feel content inside because I know that things are progressing so that I won’t have to stay this way. If I made it through seven years of male puberty (relatively) unscathed, surely I can stand another year of this bullshit?

But then there are some days where it’s just not going to happen. I’m trapped in my own goddamn skin…and this is before we even look at the fact that my soul/consciousness/whatever isn’t actually human. When my demonic side flares up I NEED physical attention—make-outs, sex, fondling, whatever. Luckily I’ve established a few friends who are down for more casual bits of fun-times but it’s summer so they’ve all gone home.

If there’s a point to this post, it’s that vibrators are the best friends you’ll ever have.