Maddie (They/Them)
@mxmaddiel.bsky.social
Lil Mx. Nobody 🦋 | Queer 🏳️🌈, spiraling, and heretical as ever—unholy, unchecked, unbothered
i cannot believe i just wrote a whole thesis, invoked God, and aired out my trauma because you dropped a fake mouth open for chaos.
i’m gnawing drywall as we speak. respect.
And who knows. Maybe he did.
maybe i blacked it out for survival reasons
i’m gnawing drywall as we speak. respect.
And who knows. Maybe he did.
maybe i blacked it out for survival reasons
April 19, 2025 at 4:47 PM
i cannot believe i just wrote a whole thesis, invoked God, and aired out my trauma because you dropped a fake mouth open for chaos.
i’m gnawing drywall as we speak. respect.
And who knows. Maybe he did.
maybe i blacked it out for survival reasons
i’m gnawing drywall as we speak. respect.
And who knows. Maybe he did.
maybe i blacked it out for survival reasons
Gurrrl you take that back!!!!
No I love it when he’s comfortable enough eating on cam
but mouth open??
That’s mesophonia galore
it gets to me real fast and like…
who am I gonna yell at??
Hasan?? The air?? God?? /jk
No I love it when he’s comfortable enough eating on cam
but mouth open??
That’s mesophonia galore
it gets to me real fast and like…
who am I gonna yell at??
Hasan?? The air?? God?? /jk
April 19, 2025 at 4:41 PM
Gurrrl you take that back!!!!
No I love it when he’s comfortable enough eating on cam
but mouth open??
That’s mesophonia galore
it gets to me real fast and like…
who am I gonna yell at??
Hasan?? The air?? God?? /jk
No I love it when he’s comfortable enough eating on cam
but mouth open??
That’s mesophonia galore
it gets to me real fast and like…
who am I gonna yell at??
Hasan?? The air?? God?? /jk
You’re winning in both. I got mine last week—Ralph tortie frame but pinkish
April 2, 2025 at 9:36 PM
You’re winning in both. I got mine last week—Ralph tortie frame but pinkish
I don’t want to just witness change—I want to make it.
To open doors.
To clear paths.
To say, “you’re safe here,” and mean it.
To fight softly and fiercely for the ones who’ve been told to wait, to prove, to beg.
For my Trans+ patients—always.
🏳️⚧️🏳️🌈 In queer solidarity always.
To open doors.
To clear paths.
To say, “you’re safe here,” and mean it.
To fight softly and fiercely for the ones who’ve been told to wait, to prove, to beg.
For my Trans+ patients—always.
🏳️⚧️🏳️🌈 In queer solidarity always.
April 1, 2025 at 5:18 PM
I don’t want to just witness change—I want to make it.
To open doors.
To clear paths.
To say, “you’re safe here,” and mean it.
To fight softly and fiercely for the ones who’ve been told to wait, to prove, to beg.
For my Trans+ patients—always.
🏳️⚧️🏳️🌈 In queer solidarity always.
To open doors.
To clear paths.
To say, “you’re safe here,” and mean it.
To fight softly and fiercely for the ones who’ve been told to wait, to prove, to beg.
For my Trans+ patients—always.
🏳️⚧️🏳️🌈 In queer solidarity always.
As a queer med student, I dream of being part of a future where trans care is easy, safe, and sacred. No barriers. No begging. Just a system that finally says: “you are seen, you are valid, here’s what you need—how can we help?”
🏳️⚧️🏳️🌈
In queer solidarity always.
🏳️⚧️🏳️🌈
In queer solidarity always.
April 1, 2025 at 5:07 PM
As a queer med student, I dream of being part of a future where trans care is easy, safe, and sacred. No barriers. No begging. Just a system that finally says: “you are seen, you are valid, here’s what you need—how can we help?”
🏳️⚧️🏳️🌈
In queer solidarity always.
🏳️⚧️🏳️🌈
In queer solidarity always.
April 1, 2025 at 12:50 AM
They don’t get to name me.
They don’t get to silence me.
They don’t get to pretend I’m theirs anymore.
They don’t get to silence me.
They don’t get to pretend I’m theirs anymore.
April 1, 2025 at 12:50 AM
They don’t get to name me.
They don’t get to silence me.
They don’t get to pretend I’m theirs anymore.
They don’t get to silence me.
They don’t get to pretend I’m theirs anymore.
I didn’t beg.
I didn’t flinch.
I didn’t break.
This wasn’t closure.
It was an execution.
I didn’t flinch.
I didn’t break.
This wasn’t closure.
It was an execution.
April 1, 2025 at 12:50 AM
I didn’t beg.
I didn’t flinch.
I didn’t break.
This wasn’t closure.
It was an execution.
I didn’t flinch.
I didn’t break.
This wasn’t closure.
It was an execution.
That was April 1st, 2025.
The day the curtain dropped.
The day I stopped letting legacy speak louder than truth.
The day the curtain dropped.
The day I stopped letting legacy speak louder than truth.
April 1, 2025 at 12:50 AM
That was April 1st, 2025.
The day the curtain dropped.
The day I stopped letting legacy speak louder than truth.
The day the curtain dropped.
The day I stopped letting legacy speak louder than truth.
And I said:
“Yeah yeah. Whatever. Goodbye.”
“Yeah yeah. Whatever. Goodbye.”
April 1, 2025 at 12:50 AM
And I said:
“Yeah yeah. Whatever. Goodbye.”
“Yeah yeah. Whatever. Goodbye.”
She held her head.
Clutched her imaginary pearls.
Paused for five minutes.
Then said, spitefully:
“Goodbye, [insert deadname].”
Clutched her imaginary pearls.
Paused for five minutes.
Then said, spitefully:
“Goodbye, [insert deadname].”
April 1, 2025 at 12:50 AM
She held her head.
Clutched her imaginary pearls.
Paused for five minutes.
Then said, spitefully:
“Goodbye, [insert deadname].”
Clutched her imaginary pearls.
Paused for five minutes.
Then said, spitefully:
“Goodbye, [insert deadname].”
She asked:
“What do you want from us now?”
I said:
“Nothing.
Either accept me, or don’t talk to me at all.”
“What do you want from us now?”
I said:
“Nothing.
Either accept me, or don’t talk to me at all.”
April 1, 2025 at 12:50 AM
She asked:
“What do you want from us now?”
I said:
“Nothing.
Either accept me, or don’t talk to me at all.”
“What do you want from us now?”
I said:
“Nothing.
Either accept me, or don’t talk to me at all.”
She told me to take off my earring.
She told me to go back to being “normal.”
She said:
“Hopefully, God willing, this will go away.”
I said:
“No.”
She told me to go back to being “normal.”
She said:
“Hopefully, God willing, this will go away.”
I said:
“No.”
April 1, 2025 at 12:50 AM
She told me to take off my earring.
She told me to go back to being “normal.”
She said:
“Hopefully, God willing, this will go away.”
I said:
“No.”
She told me to go back to being “normal.”
She said:
“Hopefully, God willing, this will go away.”
I said:
“No.”
I told her:
I’ve loved boys, girls, and nonbinary people.
Nothing is wrong with me.
This is who I’ve always been.
I’ve loved boys, girls, and nonbinary people.
Nothing is wrong with me.
This is who I’ve always been.
April 1, 2025 at 12:50 AM
I told her:
I’ve loved boys, girls, and nonbinary people.
Nothing is wrong with me.
This is who I’ve always been.
I’ve loved boys, girls, and nonbinary people.
Nothing is wrong with me.
This is who I’ve always been.
She screamed.
She said I was delusional.
She asked who brainwashed me.
She demanded to know who I lived with.
She said:
“You were always a manly man.”
“You can’t be gay. I’m your mother.”
She said I was delusional.
She asked who brainwashed me.
She demanded to know who I lived with.
She said:
“You were always a manly man.”
“You can’t be gay. I’m your mother.”
April 1, 2025 at 12:50 AM
She screamed.
She said I was delusional.
She asked who brainwashed me.
She demanded to know who I lived with.
She said:
“You were always a manly man.”
“You can’t be gay. I’m your mother.”
She said I was delusional.
She asked who brainwashed me.
She demanded to know who I lived with.
She said:
“You were always a manly man.”
“You can’t be gay. I’m your mother.”
I told her I was queer.
I told her my name is Maddie.
I told her I don’t like being called [insert deadname].
I told her my name is Maddie.
I told her I don’t like being called [insert deadname].
April 1, 2025 at 12:50 AM
I told her I was queer.
I told her my name is Maddie.
I told her I don’t like being called [insert deadname].
I told her my name is Maddie.
I told her I don’t like being called [insert deadname].
She texted:
“If you’re free, call me.”
I was.
So I did.
“If you’re free, call me.”
I was.
So I did.
April 1, 2025 at 12:50 AM
She texted:
“If you’re free, call me.”
I was.
So I did.
“If you’re free, call me.”
I was.
So I did.
I’m still here.
Not because of them.
But in spite of them.
(Written 21:53, March 30th, 2025. Posted when I let myself breathe again.)
Not because of them.
But in spite of them.
(Written 21:53, March 30th, 2025. Posted when I let myself breathe again.)
March 31, 2025 at 12:33 AM
I’m still here.
Not because of them.
But in spite of them.
(Written 21:53, March 30th, 2025. Posted when I let myself breathe again.)
Not because of them.
But in spite of them.
(Written 21:53, March 30th, 2025. Posted when I let myself breathe again.)
If anything happens next—emotionally, legally, financially—this post exists.
They don’t get to claim me.
They don’t get to revise this.
They don’t get to claim me.
They don’t get to revise this.
March 31, 2025 at 12:33 AM
If anything happens next—emotionally, legally, financially—this post exists.
They don’t get to claim me.
They don’t get to revise this.
They don’t get to claim me.
They don’t get to revise this.
This wasn’t closure.
It was an execution.
Of what they wanted from me. Of the version of me who waited to be loved.
It was an execution.
Of what they wanted from me. Of the version of me who waited to be loved.
March 31, 2025 at 12:33 AM
This wasn’t closure.
It was an execution.
Of what they wanted from me. Of the version of me who waited to be loved.
It was an execution.
Of what they wanted from me. Of the version of me who waited to be loved.