So I’m feeling particularly dysphoric today. It’s Christmas Eve, of course, and I have to spend tomorrow with my entire family. Only my sister knows I’m really a woman and I am going to have to sit with my cis scum/radscum family and wear boys clothes and pretend I am a boy. My grandmother will give me boxer short like she does every year, and she’ll say, “I hope they fit you now, son!” I don’t know what’s worse, her misgendering me or her assumption that because I was born a boy, I must want to wear man’s underwear! It literally tears me apart when she says that. I just want to throw the boxers in her face and scream, “HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW I’M A GIRL, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE???” At least I will be wearing my panties underneath my jeans. They will bring me some comfort.