I found out some stuff about you! When I created this account I wanted to post photos... Mostly portraits showing off the different styles that inspire me. I had no goal other than just having one place where my pictures could live. My followers grew quickly and my goal changed. I liked the attention. I thought 1,000 followers was so cool. Now I sit here over 23,000 followers and I still find myself wanting more. I have totally lost my way. My original goal was traded away for stats! I wanted to inspire and share my art. But that isn’t what this account has become. I mentioned that I learned something about you. I learned that you don’t really care for me with dark hair. I learned that you are not very interested in portraits... you would rather see full body shots. I learned that creativity isn’t something you care about... you just want to see a pretty trans girl. Most of you could care less about me... as long as I keep posting pictures that you can use to enjoy yourself. That’s fine... I get it... and I know I have perpetrated this. I also found myself archiving photos that I really like because they didn’t have a lot of likes. I recently archived all photos that had fewer than 300 likes. This isn’t what I wanted when I made this account. Why am I removing photos? If you were honest with me about why you follow me, I’m sure I would be surprised. Is 23k enough? How about 25k? What am I doing? What an I chasing? I can take and post a photo every day... but what is the point? The country I live in is burning and I am just trying to be pretty and inspirational or whatever. It’s time to be honest and figure out what I’m doing. #punkygirl#punkgirl#leather#leatherjacket#cutepunk#glitterpunk#punkgirls#punkgoth#popbot#poppunk#unpopular#camwhores#camwhore#egirl#leathergift#diva#queen#drag#dragqueen#dragqueens#dragprincess#queer#queergirl#glittergoth#babygoth#footfetishnation#footfetish👣 and I have made some great and wonderful friends on here... you know who you are. Just wanted to make sure you knew i value you. :)
First loves... sometimes it might be delightful to be fourteen again. Except for the angst, and the part where you figured out Morrissey and/or Trent Reznor probably weren't going to marry you.