Someone expressed interest in me. Maybe, I thought. But then he said it was obvious that I was lonely. I felt like he knew I was a loser and was rubbing it in. I couldn’t bear to see him again. It may be true, but don’t say it and make it real.
If I say I am a bear, no one has to believe me, but if I say I am TG and I am a man people must accept my claim. I think this break with reality takes something away from people who want to find their truth and have others accept it.
Maybe lifelong blindness forms a protective cocoon. Isn’t that what people want when they embrace repression and denial?