Los otros y yoCuando era chico creo que mi primer recuerdo de mi disforia de género son esos años algo borrosos y algo complejos en los que viví aterrado por el hecho de no tener genitales. Veía mi entrepierna vacía y solamente podía esperar que los demás fueran igual que yo. Hasta que un día ví a un chico orinando en la calle y descubrí tristemente que me faltaba algo. Y no. No es que yo no tuviera genitales, estaban ahí es solo que yo no entendía por qué…Los otros y yo14 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Desde que era chico me interesaron las ciencias naturales, creía que existía una razón para todo, que todo tenía una explicación lógica. Pero no entedía porque algunos nacen hombres y otros mujeres. Para mi era un misterio. Quise creer que tenía un poco que ver con la suerte.
¿La suerte? Como si nacer hombre fuera tener más suerte que nacer mujer. Y tenía razón. Los chicos siempre fueron más divertídos. Juga
pain.Did anyone realize when it started probaly not. I had been picked on since kindergarten but it was ok until third grade. My best friend and i were so exited we were going to be intermediate students. Little did i know the pain i was going to suffer. It started with the hiting and throwing of my books and my self. They called me un wanted and obnoxious they even twisted my image and lied to my friends. Soon I was being beaten by my old friends. They would follow me at recess and yell rude comments. I couldnt get away.What was i supposed to do. Then home was worse i love my family but couldnt stand my aunt and her daughter. They didnt like me they thought because i was quite and good at academics that i had some superiority complex. How could i was just a kid. If i did something They didnt like they yelled at me and threw anything tjey were near at me once they even threw a lego house at me. Once they moved out of the house. my cousin and aunt were both arested for being abusive to childpain.9 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Internet Encounter (Stacey)Internet Encounter (Stacey)14 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Suddenly Caitlin suddenly isn't returning my texts. We were watching Goodbye Lenin in bed three days earlier. She talked about me meeting her mother.
I keep looking down at my phone with baffled sadness.
A '(1)' from Facebook:
'Hey, you fancy coming up for a drink on Friday Bazzil?'
It's the new girl from work. We'd barely spoken.
'Um...don't you live in a rapey part of town'
'Yeah, but here the girls rape the boys lololol' 'Me and my friend Lauren will be dirty dancing'
She's hideous but I can't turn down a possible threesome. Maybe her friend will be hot. Are women this forward?
I agree but keep hoping Caitlin will text.
I gather all the fridges drink. Cans. Vodka. A whole bottle of Jack...
Stacey is so ugly and crude. Pale, with watery bulbous eyes, a man's nose and as fat as a whale.
I must grit my teeth, clench my fists and do battle with this beast. This is my Isengard. My heart thumps out my chest.
I step out of the taxi dressed swagly. Her friend answers the door with
The Existential Midnight Drive of Rachel and JamesMorgan, Jacob, James and I met each other because we went to the same summer camp. We saw each other every year, and once we got older, we started hanging out during the school year.The Existential Midnight Drive of Rachel and James12 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
One winter, I remember James and Jacobs youth group (it was a church camp) was having a weekend youth retreat. I had spent the night prior out of town, and I was already exhausted and wanting a nap. But Morgan called me while I was on my way home, and I had problems to run away from, so I told her to meet me at my house. I wasn't home for more than two minutes to throw nothing more than a new t-shirt in my suitcase when I was out the door again and in Morgan's passenger seat driving towards camp Lebanon. When we pulled into the drive everything was dead and covered in ice. It looked alien, nothing like the sanctuary we ran to for a week each June. That was the beginning of my downward slope.
We arrived there late, (around 10:37 pm) right into the middle of a circle of teenagers singing praises to their sav
Thanks For The MemoriesAs I type this, I am wrapping up my twenty three years in the house I grew up in. I have found the love of my life, and these short five months we have been together have proved to be the most life changing I have ever had. It feels like I've matured more in those months than in the years that preceded them.Thanks For The Memories14 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
That fateful Halloween day was the start of the happiest I have ever been, and it's hard for me to see when it'll stop. Ever rising, this amazing new chapter has been filled with joy beyond any I could have imagined before, and there is a greater chapter on the next page.
I can see it. It is right there. The next chapter, it's right in front of my eyes, yet I have a paragraph to read before I can move on. These final words in an amazing chapter are slow, tedious, and calm. Perhaps a calm before a storm.
Then again, the words I see on the next page are a paradox. I can see them, but they don't exist. It's like when you look at a page of writing, but you can't read it. Text is there,