*the ground shakes as two stone gates part from each other revealing a dark room full of treasures and artifacts and in the center, a large sarcophagus, which opens ever so slightly. from it emerges my hand, which reaches over to my alarm and turns it off. i then go back to sleep.*
I remember when I was younger and āsupported trans peopleā but ādidnāt understand themā because I personally felt no attachment to my gender.
I just took my cisness as a given and assumed that logically I should feel the same way about the gender I identified as (at the time), as trans people do about the genders they identify as, but for some reason I didnāt.
From this I concluded that transness was fundamentally foreign to me.
If I had a time machine Iād beat my younger self with a stick.