I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary
Average, everyday, sane, psycho, super-goddess…
So I still take the trash out
Does that make me too normal for you?
-Liz Phair
Not tooooo long ago I posted about discovering a plethora of Twitter messages I had apparently received but wasn’t aware of them. And girl, there were a LOT of them.
These messages have mostly calmed down and many of the senders have thankfully stopped interacting with me. Some senders were shut down immediately after they made their intentions very clear but others took a little time.
What I mean is that it took a few days/weeks for some dudes to realize that I wasn’t going to sleep with them AND that I am really kind of boring and normal, lol.
Some guys also thought I would appreciate hearing their criticisms about what I was wearing or not wearing as my outfit or makeup didn’t align with what they want girls to wear or not wear. Guys, no one cares about what you like when it comes to how a girl dresses.
Some guys did the whole back-and-forth thing for a while. Asking how I was, what I was doing, all that small talk chit-chat. They were, I think, testing the waters to see if I would, well, bite. Perhaps their intention was to be friendly for a while to see if anything might happen.
BUT nothing DID and nothing WILL.
So, they gave up.
To their credit, most of them just stopped writing instead of calling me a bitch or going for broke by shooting their shot. So, that was nice, I guess. It’s sad that not being called a bitch is a win, but the bar for men behaving like decent human beings is pretty low, lol.
And yes, NOT ALL MEN are creepy.
And yes, some men are nice but NOT ALL MEN are nice.
The most annoying messages (besides the messages that had a photo of their genitalia) were the constant WYD?. Over and over and again and again. Some guys would repeatedly ask what I was doing several times throughout the day.
It’s like, I’m working??? It’s Tuesday??? I am working ALL day?
I wonder what these guys think I am doing, or what they hope I am doing.
But I guess I can’t get toooooo annoyed. Well, I can get annoyed by the frequency of being asked, but the question itself is more or less understandable. I mean, I suppose it’s an ice breaker and a way to start a conversation, but social media is incredibly misleading.
Every morning I post a photo and sometimes the tweet is wishing people a good day or tying in the picture with a holiday or what have you. Most of these pictures are from previous photo shoots where I could have worn anything from lingerie to latex to a ballgown. In reality I am on my couch, wearing a nightgown, and drinking coffee.
If someone thinks that picture is from that morning, well, I guess I understand. Social media does, I suppose, make my day look more exciting than it really is. It reminds me of this line from an old Futurama episode.
A tweet doesn’t always say a lot about reality and I don’t really try too hard to show myself as who I really am. What I mean is that my website is the best representation of who I am, someone who alternates between gender presentation and as someone who lives much of their life as male.
I think most of my followers just assume that I am full time femme. If they want to know more about me then they can visit my website which is linked in my bio. I detest DMs and they are not a super convenient method when it comes to explaining my gender identities. Let them think what they want.
These past few weeks are a reminder how easily triggered men can be. Not being thrilled with a dick pic can sometimes lead to being called a whore. Not playing along with someone’s kink makes some men SO MAD, lol. So many guys thrust (no pun intended) their fetish upon me. What I mean is that some guys fetishize transwomen and they assume that who I am is a kink to not only to them but for myself as well.
So, this assumption leads to sexually charged questions, such as “do u get horny when u r dressed” and other similarly phrased introductions.
And if you really need an answer to that question, no I do not. That would make tucking even more challenging.
Not playing along with some guys not only makes them angry but also takes them out of their little fantasy. Reality has a way of doing that as the below screenshot shows.
I am confident this guy was hoping I’d reply with something that contributed to what seems to be a foot fetish, but who knows. At any rate, someone saying they can’t see my feet is odd when my feet are clearly there (again, right below my ankles).
He blocked me, lol.
Love, Hannah
