Why Transgenders have it roughOk so this is a thing that has me by the neck and i really wanted to speak out about it. Within the L (lesbian), G (gay), B (bisexual or pansexual),or T (transgender)the very last letter has for the longest time been unrepresented. I do not put this in any way of insulting the Gay-Straight alliances that occupy a lot of United States school campuses and other countries like United Kingdom and Germany and Thailand. To a degree these places give rights and accept them enough for anyone in those categories per say to live as normal a life as possible.Why Transgenders have it rough4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
But here is the thing that a lot of people tend to over look because to some of the world it is even more unacceptable then being gay. People that are Transgender have a very hard time even living a normal life because all their childhood or longer, they have had to hide their true selves because they would be seen as freaks. For this article i will show you the side of the woman born as a man.
A mother is carrying a child and to the doctors
Baggy Shirts- America x FTM!ReaderChoosing clothes is a kind of art. Selecting colours that suit your appearance, cuts that either emphasize or hide parts of your body to your tastes, choosing something that reflects who you are, that means you don’t blend into a group of people and become simply one of them, like a Borg drone to its Cube. And it’s even harder when you need to do things with clothes that few others would even consider an issue, just so you can avoid feelings of disgust about your own body.Baggy Shirts- America x FTM!Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Fucking tits”, you murmured, staring sideways into the mirror. The sports bras did depressingly little to flatten out your chest, even with three layered on top of one another. But there was no way in hell you could afford a binder, so for now this was the best you could do. Besides, if you wore baggy enough t-shirts, maybe people would ignore your, you know, ‘assets’. Your glare at your reflection eventually settled on the offending region on your body and you felt that little tw
Breaking the Rules- FTM!Reader x PolandBreaking the Rules- FTM!Reader x Poland3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You'd harboured a grudge against Felix for a long time. Not for the same reason as the other students did, nudging each other when he passed by, glaring at him with utter disgust, mouthing that three letter word to each other behind his back. No, you weren't a homophobe, by any means. Your grudge against Felix was one of jealousy. Because he seemed free and happy to wear a uniform he felt comfortable in, while you were forced to wear the wrong one. The girl's one.
You had no idea when you first realised you were a boy; it had never seemed to matter when you were a child. Your parents had been pretty liberal about who and what you played with back then, even if they had little patience when you corrected them for saying 'she'. But since you started Secondary, it had mattered so, so much. Your body had started to change, to form itself into the shape of somebody you weren't. Outside of school, you took to wearing baggy shirts to hide your body, cutting your hair short and r
FtMMother.FtM5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I am not your daughter.
I have never been your daughter.
For those few years I tried to.
Tried to fit it.
Tried to be a daughter.
But in vain.
I'm sick of you pushing me to be a girl.
I'm sick of you hoping it's a phase.
Because it's not.
I am your son.
And you have a choice.
And choose wisely.
Because if you choose no.
And I won't be coming back.
Frozen Night- Male!Ukraine x FTM!ReaderFrozen Night- Male!Ukraine x FTM!Reader3 years ago in Drama More Like This
They kicked you out that night. Kicked you out into the cold, snow covered streets, with only a thin coat to protect yourself from the cold. This was what you had feared for so long, feared more than anything else. But you'd told yourself that they'd never do something like that; that they were more liberal than that, that they'd always said they'd love you no matter what. And so, finally, you'd found the courage to tell them. Turns out, you can never trust what people say when they think nothing can go wrong. They can have massive face turns when anything happens to anybody near them. And for all their talk about them not caring who you were, telling you it would be fine if you were gay or bi or whatever, they'd reacted so differently to this. Acted so differently when you finally told them you were a boy.
In a way, you wouldn't have blamed them for being shocked. You'd managed to hide it so well for years, terrified of what would happen if she found out. She- that shadow that hovered