AppetiteOfExcess [she/her]

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Cake day: October 27th, 2026

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  • I’m in all of these and I don’t like it.

    CW: trauma, reference to past SI

    Add in some dynamics of being the golden child who was manipulated into verbally abusing her scapegoat mother by her psychotic (as in literally regularly falling into psychosis) stepdad. But still not really being treated badly directly and wondering why people don’t hate me like I hate myself.

    Also, getting swept up in the “skeptic” to alt-right pipeline and adopting a gamergater 8chan chud mindset largely because I wanted other people to hate me as much as I hated myself so I could finally be totally cut off from everyone and not feel bad about killing myself (simultaneously Brace and Jax coded, somehow).

    I’ve always felt like a perpetrator who needs to be executed for my misdeeds, not a victim.





  • Thank you. I’m crying reading this. Admitting to myself that I’m trans has been the only thing that’s given me even a tiny amount of faith in a future for myself.

    I lost so much of my ability to want things. I’m not even sure what I want to do in my time on this Earth because the brainworms have eaten seemingly all of my ability to ever feel good or love people.

    I’m in my early thirties and still live with my parents and even though they’re not transphobes, I’m still terrified of doing anything to make myself look noticeably more femme. I’m just so used to preemptively complying with what others expect out of me.

    CW: dysphoria

    IDK what to even do with clothes. I’m over 300 pounds. I needed to shop at big and tall men’s stores just to find men’s clothes that fit. What the hell am I supposed to do for women’s clothes? Drape a fucking shower curtain over myself?



  • How do you get blood tests in burgerland doing DIY HRT? As far as I can tell, I need to present something to a lab corp or quest testing center. My primary doctor said to seek out an endocrinologist. The earliest available appointment is in January, and that’s just for a telehealth appointment and is probably for a full HRT prescription.

    I reached out to a health network’s pride navigator and they said they don’t advise DIY and suggested some clinic or perhaps Planned Parenthood.

    I looked up private testers and the top search results seemed sketchy as hell. A scam could be bad for me more than just financially in this political climate.

    So, uh, yeah, I don’t know what to do besides seek a prescription and presumably be compelled to follow the dose the doctor prescribes instead of listening to my own body. Fuck, should I just increase my E dose without calibrating? That’s probably a bad idea, but I feel like I’m doing too little currently.



  • CW: SI, dysphoria

    I really should just kill myself already. I’m a spineless coward who won’t stand up for anything. People don’t even target me, but I keep letting ableism, racism, transphobia, and other bigotries slide instead of calling people out. I haven’t attempted to socially transition at all; just perma boymoding.

    I’m not good at anything except making neurotypical white liberals (who are categorically dipshits) think I’m smart because computer toucher (which I’m actually terrible at). I’m autistic but lack special interests because I have no interests and nothing makes me happy. I’ve never been through real hardship, so I really have no excuse or right to be so fucking miserable all the time.

    Maybe if I came out in my late teens or early twenties or hell, even mid twenties, I’d have a chance. I am defeated. There is no future for me. I am absolutely disgusting. I have the build of a diabetic thrice-divorced former linebacker. My voice sounds like a bass drum full of gravel. My personality is only ever most boring motherfucker you’ve ever seen or bitter sad asshole.

    I don’t have the courage to kill myself because I don’t have the courage to do anything. Maybe I should just get really drunk and blow up at everyone I know in life until all my bridges are burned and I’m well and truly alone? Maybe then I’ll have the guts to fucking kill myself. No one will ever take me seriously.