I'm coming out: I'm straightMom? Mum? Can I talk to you?More Like This
My voice quivered. Both of them looked up at me. Moms head was in Mums lap. Mum was slowly stroking her forehead, leaning down to kiss her forehead while still staring at me intently. A satanic bible was placed in Mums lap, the thin, withered pages torn in a few places from continued reading. You know you can talk to us about anything, Mom said, smiling, sitting up a bit straighter. She leaned over to kiss Mum, who kissed her back. I took a seat on the couch and pulled my knees up to my chin, staring down at my cuticles. Even for a guy, they were pretty nasty.
I took a deep breath. Guys? I dont really know how to say this but, I think Im heterosexual.
The room went silent. Mum looked up from our satanic bible and pursed her lips. For a second, I thought she was going to reach out and slap me. In a tight voice, she said, You know how we feel about heterosexuals. We raised you to be
Unfortunate ThingMore Like This
Here is the tale of Unfortunate Thing
Whom I found in our garden shed
Hes seven foot two, with shiny black nose
And horns on the top of his head
Unfortunate Thing wore a fine suit of scales
Which hadnt been polished for years
All covered in dust and speckles of rust
From endless showers of tears
Reclined on a large sack of compost
A vision of gloom and despair
Alone in the shadows, sat sobbing
Needing some comfort and care
Poor Thing said I, Whats the problem
whatever is troubling you?
And proceeded to give him a cuddle
( .which proved quite a hard thing to do)
Whilst blowing his nose on some sacking
Still sobbing, he tried to explain
How his rather unfortunate features
Had caused all his troubles and pain
I love all the creatures of nature
I love all their beauty and grace
But they all run and hide when they see me arrive
Because of my hideous face
And oh, when I look at the flowers
The Dying Mouse DetectiveThe Case of The Dying Mouse DetectiveMore Like This
Inspired by the Disney film The Great Mouse Detective and The Basil of Baker Street Mysteries by Eve Titus.
Adapted from The Adventure of The Dying Detective by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle from His Last Bow.
Adapted by Ethel M. Grimes. Edited by Diane N. Tran.
Original publication © 16 December 2000
Re-publication for Diane T's GMD Site © 30 April 2001
Re-publication for DeviantART by Mouselady © 27 April 2005
(Editor's Note: Written text is copyright of the author. Rebroadcast, redistribution, or reproduction of this document, in whole or in part, is prohibited without prior, written permission.)
I could not help but feel sorry for Mrs. Judson, our landlady and housekeeper, for the many times she had put up with my friend and associate, Basil of Baker Street. Not only was the privacy of her flat frequently invaded (even in the late hours) by odd and sometimes unsavoury
Thank you, Asa.I met a boy today.More Like This
The kind that a really like.
Hair in his face,
And his jeans way too tight.
I met a boy today.
He smiled as he passed,
I was struck at first,
Oh, no, I shouldnt ask.
I met a boy today,
His face makes my heart slip,
I talked to him too,
Stupid girl, slap yourself.
I want to touch is face,
And I want to waer his black jacket,
and I want him to think I'm funny
as hell because thats what I want to
be around this boy.
Maybe I'll wait,
oh sure, I'll come around,
How stupid are my hopes?
Because when I see him all I do is look
at the ground. It is nasty tile, the kind with
green flecks that make you want to throw up.
Oh my God, I'm overeacting,
He's just a kid like me,
Quit making me sweat, adrenaline,
all though I like you in my veins,
and you too, hormones.
You are just a burden.
But I want him.
Because I am Gay.Hello.More Like This
I am Cassidy MacIntosh.
I am a high school student.
I plan to major in psychology and criminal justice.
I want to travel the world.
I love to hang out with friends.
I love to swim.
I love to travel.
I love anime and manga.
I love my family.
I need to breathe to live.
I need to eat.
I need to drink.
I need to be loved.
I feel pain.
I feel love.
I feel happiness.
I feel sorrow.
I feel anger.
But none of this matters to you- because I am gay...?
10 reasons to be gay1) Gay guys cannot get pregnantMore Like This
2) Gay guys are always horny and ready to fuck
3) An asshole is and will always be tighter than a vagina
4) You can play football after some good old sex
5) Women need to be told they look PRETTY, gay guys just need a good slap on the ass
6) With gay guys you NEVER hear "No I have a head-ache"
7) He who is your buddy is also your beer-buddy AND your FUCK-BUDDY
8) They don't put pressure for commitment since gay marriage is illegal
9) If he is brawny, your gay man will beat up anyone who talks shit about you two
10) Normal gay guys are the same as EXTREMELY horny girls
Born this GayIt doesn't matter if you're gay or believe in H-I-M (to the M, to the M, to the M)More Like This
Just express yourself, 'cause God still loves you, baby.
Some Christians told me when I was young, that gays are not meant to be
In Sunday school in the Bible they said first came Adam a-and Eve
But there's nothing wrong with being gay because I know He loves me anyways
Christians argue that it's still a sin, but loving equals auto win...
We are proud to be gay and no we're not a mistake
He doesn't care and loves us a-anyways
What's with this long path of hate, just for not being straight?
He doesn't care and loves us a-anyways!
Seal your ignorance away. Is that all you've got to say?
Is that all you've got to say?
Seal your ignorance away. Is that all you've got to say?
He doesn't care, 'cause He loves us a-anyways.
We are queer and we are here.
We are queer and we are here.
We are queer and we are here.
Give yourself credit for being out,
Just be proud of who you are.
Listen to your thoughts an
But It Always Felt WrongShe sat in her room alone one dayMore Like This
Wearing a tight fit t shirt and skinny jeans
Her hair pulled back in a pony tail
She stared blankly into the mirror across the room
She looked confused worried and scared
Her mom yelled to her from just outside the bedroom door
"Karli what are you up to?"
But she didn't answer
She just sat there
Karli wasn't there
But parker was
Parker sat there staring into the mirror
Uncomfortable in the close that just felt too tight
And missing the baseball cap he found comfort in
A tear flowed down his face as he thought about what they called him
It wasn't "Fag" or "freak" or "idiot" that hurt him so bad
It was "Karli"
Something that they have called him his whole life
But it always felt wrong
It always felt like an insult and only added more confusion
He closed his eyes wishing that when he opened them
That no one would call him a name that didn't belong
That he could wear the clothes that he needed to to be himself
That he could find comfort in his b
the other wayi'm not a girl.More Like This
i'm not a she
or a her
or a miss
or a ma'am.
i'm just a guy
who generally looks
the other way
when those mistakes are made.
i'm just a guy
who pretends not to hear.
he pretends to zone off when
his friends call him girl
and look at him to make sure
he didn't notice.
i'm just a guy
who hears all
but says very little.
These tumors called breastsI have these tumors, that I've been assignedMore Like This
I'd almost wish they were malignant, instead of benign.
If they were malignant, they could be removed
Then my life would be much improved
If they were not, they'd kill me fast
This life I hate would then be passed.
They just aren't supposed to be
Growing anywhere on me.
These tumors of which I have a pair
Need bathed and support,lots of care.
They can be a symptom or the disease
Either way, they always displease.
Tumors are quite a drain
They can hurt, or be a pain.
It's the first thing I know they see
Whenever people look at me.
They are so large, my life is destroyed
Most of life I completely avoid.
Some cannot live, carrying them around
So they do what they must, to be put in the ground.
I carry these things upon my chest
These giant tumors that others call breasts.
The Boy In The ClassThe boy in the class who sits aloneMore Like This
Nobody can hear his hearts moan
They don't understand him and never will try
So every day he slowly dies
If they could feel what he feels inside
Would they be able to pass him by?
But they'll never understand and never care
They'll just pass and leave him there
He's never let anyone know the real him
He's afraid to be rejected by someone he lets in
What would they do if they were told?
They'd prate and stare and leave him cold
So he sits alone and nobody sees
Inside his mind he's never at ease
All he needs is a single friend
But that's a wish that won't seem to end
They can't espy that he's just afraid
And don't recognize he didn't choose it that way
His fear follows him like an incoming tide
He can't hide from that fear as it's justified
He can bearly dream of an happy end
Because he was born with a single burden
He can't talk to the girls in his class
He's tried for years but it never will pass
It's always been this way and he can't change
Transgender Day of RemembranceDan or Danielle, what is your name?More Like This
And what if I told you it was all the same to me?
I'm not looking for the D to go with the E-L-L-E just right
or checking to see if your pants are too tight or too baggy for the likes of me.
Because who am I?
I tread on male and female ice, not checking for cracks or boundaries, just for comfort between the two.
The pink and blue.
And you are such a hero to me.
Standing your ground for who you're destined to be. Getting knocked down, pushed around but still having
the will to carry on.
How many have to die before people will unite as one to stand against the loaded gun, the angry son of a transphobic man.
Hands ready to take the kill, enraged fists seeking a victim with a certain switch or flick of the wrist.
When will we stop throwing eggs at those who question what's between their legs? Should it be accepted and why is it there?
Why do we dare them to prove themselves to us when we are unsure of who we are?
I didn't know you, Stacy Lee, but I loved
A Day in The Life of a TransgenderWhat does everyone think when they take off their clothes?More Like This
When they take a shower or get dressed every day?
What do you feel?
Do you want to be able to take a zipper and zip off your top layered body like in cartoons?
Do you sit in your bed crying refusing to look in a mirror?
To those who still don't know what I'm trying to get at:
Stop right now and think.
Think of who you are.
Name everything that makes you you.
Now picture everything that makes you who you are and change it to the polar opposite.
Yes, even gender and sex.
Boys, look into a mirror and imagine you have DD breasts.
Girls, look into a mirror and imagine you have no boobs, but are growing a beard.
Think of how turned upside down your life would be.
All the medical procedures, mental torture, bullying, the wrong kind of puberty.
For me, I have to tape down my breasts and wear tight spandex to hide my curves.
And worst of all I have to wake up every morning and take a shower looking the way I do.
My school is all girls,
Transgender poem.I hate this name.More Like This
I hate this body.
I hate these hips.
I hate these breasts.
I hate the reflection.
I hate being in the closet.
I hate living 2 different lives.
I hate having to go into girls bathrooms.
I hate having to change in the girl's locker room.
I hate having to look at my name on school work.
I hate meeting new people.
I hate hearing 'she' and 'her'.
I hate trying to explain to people.
I hate feeling so depressed.
I hate being the 'boyish girl'.
I hate not being able to wear my boxers because I'm afraid people will ask questions when I'm in the locker room.
I hate being so awkward.
I hate getting undressed.
I hate my voice.
I hate how my hair never feels short enough.
I hate the way I fit into clothes.
I hate having to wear bras.
I hate leaving the house.
I hate the thought of my friends parent's not letting me over if they knew.
I hate the thought of losing friends.
I hate the thought of parts of my family disowning me, and ignoring me.
I hate the thought that some of my fami
I am...I am a female.More Like This
I am a teenager.
I am a high school student.
I am an artist.
I am a writer.
I am a trustworthy person.
I am a good friend.
I am a good listener.
I am a good adviser.
I am friendly.
I am social.
I am a justice fighter.
I am a freedom fighter.
I am an LGBT supporter.
I am a transgender.
I am brave.
I am strong.
I am not afraid.
I am not hiding.
I am sly.
I am silent.
I am insensitive.
I am honest.
I am often confused. But
I am always led to truth.
I am a person who uses ':3' more than needed. But
I am a person who uses '<3' very rarely and only to special people.
I am a person who is uncomfortable when called 'dear', 'honey' or 'sweetie'. But
I am a person who appreciates any nice name they're being called.
I am a person who feels awkward when hugged. But
I am a person who needs to be reminded that is loved.
I am a person who can move on. But
I am a person who needs new people to like them.
I am a flexible personality.
I am able to fit in every group of people. But
I am...My name is Emily, also i'm Chris.More Like This
I'm 17 years old, I'm new to this world.
I am a daughter, step daughter, grand daughter, aunt, cousin, and friend.
I watch movies, eat food, draw, laugh, cry, and generally fuck up.
I'm a drinker, smoker, a joker.
I look young an naive, but i have seen more and know more than ya know.
I have difrent identitys, some i hide behind to keep me safe.
I'm reckless and destructive, but caring and soft.
I'm weakness, I am strength, I am anything you want me to be.
I'm a boy, I'm a girl, transgendered, lesbian.
I'm nothing special but somthing like me has never been created before.
I bind, I pack, i let them free, I am me.
I am a round peg in a world of square holes.
I have been shouted at, hit, beat to the ground because of my looks and who i am.
I have been loved, porctected, and suported.
I know wht it's like to hide who you are.
I know what it;s like to be seen as somthing your not.
I'm emasculated, defeminized, I'm a girl even when i dont feel like one, i'
30 Day Trans Challenge: Day 28More Like This
28)What is something you do daily to feel comfortable with yourself?
Call myself Kyle. Draw myself as a male. Mess around with my itty bitty new wardrobe and act boyish. I also just talk to my friends here on dA. becauseImforeveralone sobsobsob.
I Have a not so secret obsession with hair. I really like to try new styles or dyeing my own hair and stuff like that- So in other words I never leave the house without styling it the way I want that day. OTL. I dyed it today actually, PURPLE CHECKERS. But I'm also obsessive with skin care and I guess just basic hygiene. Because I'm a teenager and my skin is like, "DFSDHDFHTDHTYH" randomly out of the blue. QQ
30 Day Trans Challenge: Day 25-27More Like This
25)What are your doctor/therapist visits like?
Well I actually haven't met my counselor yet. But I'll probably write about it if anything interesting comes up when I go to our first meeting next week.
26)Do you feel comfortable answering questions about being trans* if say your teacher/friend/stranger asked you?
I would be fine with answering questions from a friend or teacher, or really anyone I know personally, as long as they were polite about it. If they were asking out of genuine curiosity then I think that's good, and I want to be able to tell people about trans* issues since most don't understand them. but if they just thought being genderqueer was funny or weird so they decided to ask stupid questions, I probably wouldn't be too happy.
and if a stranger asked me? might be a little awkward and it would depend on where we were, what they actually asked, if we'd already been talking about other things it's all about the context I suppose. i'm fine with an
30 Day Trans Challenge: Day 16-24More Like This
17) What's your binding choice and why?
Well my one and only binder is 997 at Underworks and it's really comfy and works really well.Though since its like a wifebeater, it likes to roll up abit sometimes which pisses me off. XD;;
18) How do you feel about the trans laws where you live?
Well the only one that I can name off the top of my head is that StarBucks have in their policy that they don't hire Transgendered people. But uh, I don't really know any other than that.
19) If your religious how do your views effect being trans if your not religious what about your family religions?
Well like I mentioned a long while back, my entire family are Christians. Well besides my brother who is Pagan, which is cool too. But as much as I'd like to call myself Christian as well, I've just been having alot of trouble. I know that other people can't speak for god and no matter what they say when they say things like, "God doesn't love you, you're sinning." It's still jus
30 Day Trans Challenge: Day 16More Like This
16) What's your rock anthem and why?
Tough one .
"The Motions- Matthew West: Because it hits home with the depression and the feelings that I felt for so long with not understanding what was wrong with me Truthfully, Their music among with many other songs help me fight through my negative emotions when they dare to bother me. I'm usually not the most unhappy of teenagers, in fact I try my best to be cheerful and happy in order to help motivate the ones I care about around me so they'll be happy too... Because if anything, seeing people even strangers being upset or crying just makes me want to do anything to help cheer them up and let them know that somebody else cares about them, even if I'm just a mere stranger.
Yes I am so full of creeper status muah.
Then there is this song "Queen - Don't Stop Me Now". It just makes me feel good and influences me to be all hyper and bouncy. Hah.
But then again I just like all sorts of music~ MANY MOR
30 Day Trans Challenge: Day 15More Like This
15) How have you embraced your trans identity?
This question is a bit vague, but I'll do my best.
Pretty much the biggest thing is: I've stopped fighting it. I've tried to stop wishing things were some other way, because they're not. This is the lot I got in this life and wanting it to be otherwise only makes me despair. In fact, I'm proud to say that I'm trans. I'm finally happy with myself because I am no longer afraid to stray far beyond the life styles of my peers. They all act alike and if anyone falls out of line they're usually discriminated and made fun of. I find that unfair and ridiculous. Kids should be able to go around happy with themselves- unafraid to do what makes them independent and unique.
I'm sure alot of you are aware of how 12-15 year old kids act, I know I'm overly familiar with it. In the beginning of middleschool everyone new is nervous and scared, sticking by their elementary friends- slowly getting used to the new atmosphere. Then
30 Day Trans Challenge: Day 14More Like This
14) What are some of your passing tips or things you do to pass?
Uhmm Wow I'm not really sure how to answer this to be honest. I should have the word "noob" plastered to my back. Lol. But uh, one of the things that really helped me was my haircut. Getting a good masculine haircut helps(though I don't think that my haircut is any bit masculine.) Be careful, having short hair does not mean that it's masculine, there's certain things that you must do, or it will just look like a pixie cut. But you don't need to just go to a barber and pick out the MANLIEST HAIRCUT EVER. Because in my opinion you should still act like yourself and pick out things that you still like and are you.
I mean, just because I came out as a transboy- doesn't mean I'm going to stop liking neon rainbows, HelloKitty, pink, uh...things that the stereotypical girl likes. I mean, I'm obsessed with my hair and paint my nails. Because it's fun and I like it. Showing off things that you like and enjoy doe