MossyFeathers

"Your body, my choice?"

Over your dead body.

I'm hoping she'll eventually come around. In the meantime though, I'm getting to try and figure out how to get on my feet long enough to move out.

Alright, thanks for the info.

Aside from being a bullpup and the clumsiness of trying to load two independent tube mags, what's wrong with it? I'm not expecting to storm a fortified position; I'm only expecting to use it for self-defense and I highly doubt I'd need to go through both mags in such a situation (if so then I'd probably be fucked either way) so reloading shouldn't be a problem. Bullpup is bullpup *shrug*. The other option is some form of semi-auto shotgun like a Saiga-12 that I can buy a drum mag for.

I'm not really interested in a rifle or pistol. Not really interested in something that can penetrate multiple walls and potentially end up in my neighbor's neighbor's wall. If I end up actually getting organized with a group then that'd change, but my modus operandi right now is to put my head down until I'm in a more secure environment; which means basically a shotgun because that seems like the ideal self-defense weapon for a home environment.

I love that song... It's just so sad. The kid wants to spend time with his dad but can't because his dad's always busy, and then the dad wants to spend time with his kid but can't because his child's all grown up and is busy now.

Thanks. It wasn't the reaction I was expecting, kinda the opposite. My dad's the one who had sisters and only nieces on his side of the family, so I was expecting him to be the one with hang-ups about it. Nope, it was my mom. What I was hoping for was support for a little while longer until I felt like I could live on my own, but it sounds like that's not gonna happen. My biggest frustration is not coming out sooner tbh. Woulda given me more time to make plans and meant that maybe I could have skipped years of feeling like a lazy, freeloading piece of shit (no, they never called me that, but that doesn't stop me from feeling like it).

Thanks, it really sucks. I didn't expect the reaction I got. I kinda expected my dad to be the one who got upset while my mom was supportive, not the opposite. My dad was the one who had two sisters and only nieces on his side of the family, so I kinda expected he was gonna be the one upset by it; but he's cool with it.

It also blew me away to hear that my grandparents voted for Trump after years of talking about how much they regretted voting for him in 2016 and how they'd never vote for him again. Guess I'm never coming out to them; not that I was totally expecting to due to their age, but it'll be fun coming up with a reason why moving out means I'm forced to move across the country and possibly never come back (at least probably not while they're still living).

I've been eyeing a DP12. Probably complete overkill but at the same time, if someone comes knocking down my door then I want to be able to erase them with extreme prejudice if I have to.

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DFW area here. Shit sucks. At least it's pretty blue here.

Pretty shit. Came out of the closet as trans to my parents just before the election after hiding dysphoria for nearly 20yrs (I'm 30). Unfortunately, the dysphoria has been intense enough that I'm so dissociated that I can barely function, so as you might imagine, I'm currently living with parents.

My dad's reaction was basically, "whoever the best you is, be that you".

My mom's reaction was "but you're my son... I always wanted to have a brother and you're kinda like that".

Meanwhile my grandparents voted for Trump after saying they wouldn't, and are now crying about it. Literally. My grandmother was in tears.

So my mom is also dealing with that, and possibly osteoporosis, which meant she said, "it's gonna take time to process this".

Then last night she told me that I wasn't allowed to start hrt until I moved out.

She refuses to let me tell her why I can barely function. She refuses to let me describe what I'm going through. She says she "can't handle it", that "it's not a top priority right now", that she's "trying to understand" why I've made this "choice" while also telling me things like "but I like you the way you are" and rejecting any information I send to her because she'd rather consult her friends that she "trusts more".

She starts to have a panic attack whenever I try to talk to her about it and God forbid I tell her that she made a mistake because then I obviously hate her guts and want her to die. She's literally accused me of that.

It hurts like hell but I don't know how to get out of this situation. I don't know how long it'll take hrt and therapy to get me on my feet all while not having a job. All this while in Texas. I'm fucking scared.

Edit: I also kinda wonder if I was born intersex and that's why my mom is freaking out. I'd think my dad would know and would say something, but idk. I've heard of times where one parent had an intersex kid """fixed""" without the other parent knowing. It honestly might explain some shit if I was born intersex.

This is gonna be like that one mission in cruelty squad isn't it? Where you kill the guy who was gonna introduce regulation to the stock market and all the stock prices immediately start spiking until the news wears off?

Because those animals are cool. You see the others you mentioned too, but you don't see animals no one likes. It's less soul searching and finding you are something else and more finding something cool and wanting to be like it.

I suppose. I mean, I think it goes a bit deeper than that; I legit feel incomplete if I think about my lack of tail or snout. It's no where near as bad as gender dysphoria, I only notice it if I think about it (as opposed to a constant "buzz" in the back of my head like dysphoria) but it's there. Like, some part of my brain decided that I'm supposed to have a tail and snout. Maybe it's some crazy-ancient leftover that never got totally filtered out from when we did have tails and snouts?

I'm a transhumanist, i understand being just human is a negative.

I tend to self-id as a transhumanist more often than a therian. It depends on the crowd, but it seems easier to explain that I'm into the idea of body modification for the purpose of augmenting/extending existing abilities, granting new abilities, or changing appearance based on personal taste; than the fact that my brain swings between seeing myself as an extinct theropod (an androgynous, feathered troodontid of mysterious gender with mossy-looking feathers; aka "Mossy Feathers") to a wholly mythological creature (a very obviously fem dragon/dragon-hybrid who's appearance I'm still trying to work out).