(Discovering The same kind) Yay, I’m a trans girl on HRT! wags tail swallows Progynova pills I’m a Tgirl, yippee! frantic meowing *acts cute 🍥
Power,
Belonging,
Ideals—
When I inherited the name "Felix," I also inherited everything that man stood for.
Yet beneath this name, there’s nothing that truly belongs to me.
I’m just performing as the shadow of a man long dead. But why play the role of a failed shadow?
I achieved what he never could! I’ve surpassed him!
I’m not insane—I’ve conquered the world.
This is my own power.
My own belonging.
My own ideals.
This is the real me!

Somewhere in the distant cosmos, there must be a world meant only for us two. No prying eyes—just our embrace, eternal and unbroken.

I refuse to believe you’ve vanished, because I still long to hear you call my name. You might be fictional, but in my heart, you’re no mere character. You’re alive—laughing, crying, aching, weeping. You showed me wonders, spent fortunes without hesitation. Guarded against the world, yet you let your walls crumble for me.

Today, I’m happy. Finally, in this body—as Luna—I can hold you close, just for a moment. To let you know someone in this world loved you this deeply. So today, I’m happy.

Why does a fictional character resonate with us? Because we’ve made her flesh and blood. When she becomes part of our lives, "real" or "fake" no longer matters. All that remains is her indelible presence in my mind. Thank you for painting my life with such beauty.

Though my older physical body may have perished, every time you read these words—I live again for you. 🍥

o7 to those who have perished