where's that picket fence, love?

if he could tell the world one thing, he would tell them all about how much the world makes him want to give up. he would tell them that living things are living things and none of them deserve to be bullied or judged based on who they love or how they identify. he would fucking take on the whole world to let them know that queers won't stand down until every last homophobe has been proved wrong.  he would be able to deal with the day to day life without a worry, if only he didn't have to shove his gender down their throats in order to get them to listen to everyone every day for the rest of his life. he just wants to have pronouns he can deal with be used on a regular basis, he wants to just be the femmeboi that's been hiding away for quite some time.  all the other kids just seem to get on with their lives. they don't have to worry about if they're passing at all, if they even want to pass, if any of it was worth anything. they just sit back in all their cis-gendered glory, soaking it all in. he's not part of that lucky crowd, somehow missing all the cool factor in part to the inability to compete with cis-men. <3 <3