Oh another femboy post, daring today are we?
Needed to vent cause this has been bothering me for the last 4 days
So I’ve decided to once again attempt to become a femboy, namely by following guides from a YouTuber (I don’t feel comfortable naming them cause it’s not their fault)
As I went deeper into researching I thought:
“-Why do I want to do this?
-Because I want to look pretty.
-But for who?”
I don’t have any friends (who’d have guessed?), or any other acquaintances for that matter, since I believe it wouldn’t matter unless it is something that’s observed, like a work of art or a falling tree in a forest.
For myself? So I could mope around existence like I already do in this body I hate so much but in shaved legs and a skit this time?!
Aside from the ever dreaded “genetics” (I’m convinced I could have had the “twink gene” if it weren’t for certain genetic disorders that have plagued me since I was born) these boys all seem to have money and time to spare on skincare, skincare products, and makeup.
And i feel like half these guys are on estrogen to top it all off!
Like what’s the point anymore?
I’ve now unsubscribed from them and others cause I now turn green with jealousy every time I see a femboy. I’m down with them. (Insert Spider-Man No More homage drawing here)
Have you ever experienced that weird phase where one minute you’re bawling your eyes out and the next you suddenly feel kind of fine, but you still feel that lingering sadness? That’s where I’m at currently.
Is this how women feel in this society that places such importance on beauty?
(Sorry if I offended anyone)