This shit literally happened on the campus (AKA, “Grounds”) that I walk on every day.
Every. Fucking. Day.
The Grounds at U.Va. were built off the backs – and the remains – of slaves. My first-year dorm (It is called “Dillard.”) was built off of the graves of slaves. Literally.
(I actually stared down a white girl who was sitting on one of the graves one morning…)
And for you evil-ass white supremacist bitches (I REFUSE to rebrand you as “Alt-Right.”) to use the space that enslavedblackpeople have made possible for you to infiltrate…
… in order to spew your disgusting racist, anti-Semitic bullshit.
Hey, as an older trans dude that has been dealing with dysphoria for a while, this is actually dysphoria. Dysphoria does not mean that you have to hate your parts. At the very least, dysphoria is what anon described. You don’t have to hate yourself and your sex characteristics to be dysphoric. You just have to be uncomfortable with having them and maybe feel like they shouldn’t be there/be something else. Dysphoria is actually a very complex thing and can manifest in a lot of hidden and vague ways.