this post was submitted on 10 Jan 2026
25 points (100.0% liked)

Transfem

5278 readers
131 users here now

A community for transfeminine people and experiences.

This is a supportive community for all transfeminine or questioning people. Anyone is welcome to participate in this community but disrupting the safety of this space for trans feminine people is unacceptable and will result in moderator action.

Debate surrounding transgender rights or acceptance will result in an immediate ban.

This community is supportive of DIY HRT. Unsolicited medical advice or caution being given to people on DIY will result in moderator action.

Posters may express that they are looking for responses and support from groups with certain experiences (eg. trans people, trans people with supportive parents, trans parents.). Please respect those requests and be mindful that your experience may differ from others here.

Some helpful links:

Support Hotlines:

founded 2 years ago
MODERATORS
 

I just blurted this out, no editing, no pauses. I just wrote. I was feeling so bad these days and so doubtful and I don't know who I am but I just felt the need to post this somewhere that would be seen

A boy was pondering his orb and in the orb he could see all and all could see him. He could travel the stars or roam the lands, navigate the seas and burrow in the earth; in all those places he found many little figures, an ant or a bird or a man. All of them had a thought and all of them spoke. Some of them weren't even real, just a mirage from a mirror that stole the light from what was reflected, and yet even those would speak to the boy. And the boy listened and listened and listened more, and his head would grow larger larger yet larger but could not ever explode.

For you see, the boy's head was hard as steel, and he wanted nothing more to crack it open, and see what was inside.

The pressure kept building, his temples throbbing with pain. It was a grotesque sight, a blasphemous pregnancy, and yet he ate and saw and heard and touched and smelled everything he could from his little glass orb. The orb was a mirror too, and while it fed the boy the visions, it robbed him of his soul.

But that soul was infinite, and was about to erupt.

The orb fell, the boy too. The head cracked.

Among the debris of sloppy visions a flower rose, it blossomed, and grew. The most radiant girl came out, and the orb tried to charm her too, but she was just born, and sought the sun. She walked out, seeking her light and the orb, was no more.

you are viewing a single comment's thread
view the rest of the comments

Thanks ๐Ÿ’–