metaphor for dysphoria
I feel like I was born without legs. Everyone says I have legs. Every external indicator says I have legs. But something has always felt wrong. Sometimes that feeling was in the background and I could function well enough. Sometimes it was at the forefront and something that should so obviously be doable felt completely impossible for some inexplicable reason.
One of those impossible things is the marathon I've been entered into without my consent. Learning the theory of running doesn't actually require having legs, so I was able to do that. All the more evidence for the external world that I actually do have legs. But I can't actually run. It seems so incredibly easy to understand once I realised I didn't have legs. Even as the phantom pain from the legs I don't have consumes me, it feels like there could be a light at the end of the tunnel in addition to the oncoming train. I need to be pulled from the marathon, given prosthetics, and provided with a safe environment where I can learn to walk.
Unfortunately, I live in the only country in the world that would still tell me to go fuck myself if this was about actual legs. Without preexisting wealth or a significant support network capable of providing material support, prosthetics are unobtainable. All I can hope for is to be told to pull myself up by the leg straps. The marathon maintains this cruelty. Anyone who cannot run fast enough is eliminated. My execution is all but preordained, but as the phantom pain continues to gnaw away at me I'm not even sure I'll live to see it.
rants and she's always agreed. Is it cis to tell one's mother that she should buy her daughter a cute skirt?
Liberals doing nothing
Liberals actively supporting nazis, zionists, and genocide
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