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.
(S)heThat morning, she woke up at 7.More Like This
She knew it was going to be the same day as ever.
It always was.
It would always be.
She didn't mind anymore.
Or that's what she told others.
That she didn't care,
When truly it was breaking her from the inside.
She just got dressed.
It was the part the loved the most.
Maybe the only one she could cling onto.
Picking up a nice, colorful dress.
She felt good that way.
She felt pretty.
With light make-up,
And perfectly brushed hair.
And then she was thrown back into Hell.
Her dad was yelling.
Her mum was crying.
She started thinking she was horrible.
That feeling could never fade.
The same voice whispering,
Those same words people would tell her,
Every single day.
And so her day started,
Under the gaze of peoples.
She could only pretend she didn't hear,
The whispers guiding her steps.
She told herself she didn't mind.
That it wasn't worth crying for.
But it all left on her so many scars
That would probably never heal.
It would always be the same,
Dear Mom- ContestDear Mom,More Like This
I have something difficult to tell you. It would probably be best if you read this letter alone.
I've tried so many times to tell you, but I could never find the words. Finally, I decided that I was going to tell you next week when I came down. It would have been bad timing, but I felt that you deserved to hear it in person. I agonized over how and when to tell you and . I lost sleep. I lost my appetite. Every few days, I would just break under the stress. That's why you're receiving this letter. I couldn't handle telling you in person. It's the coward's way out and I hope you'll forgive me for it. But I feel this is the only way I can find the words and the courage to do this.
As far back as I can remember, I've always felt different from everyone else. I suppose a lot of kids feel that way, but for me it seemed to go beyond simple growing-up awkwardness. It was a feeling as if there was something wrong with me. But being so young and not even sure what the feeling was, I ch
Transgender By StarlightMore Like This
In the mirror stands a beautiful
smiles and waves with
grace and poise.
A satin black dress
hugs every curve,
like a boa constrictor
wraps around its favourite meal.
gives a little show,
turning on a heal.
One smooth twirl.
But the fabric falls too quickly,
Arriving at the party
excited to mingle.
eyes follow the moving bodies.
longs to fit in
with the other curves.
hips begin to sway.
begging for the music
A tap on
turns to see
the eyes of fate.
"can it be at me?"
The music still plays
begins to swoon.
has no clue.
Their bodies move as one
as the dance carries on.
The sun begins to set
WITH THOSE WORDS -MTF-Once when he was little, he saw a girl in his own face. He saw her when he stared in the mirror, when he gazed deep into his eyes. He knew she was there, but he didn't know how or why. Every time he saw her, she was always so happy. He thought she was even a more attractive person than he was. He often wondered if anyone else could see her when they looked into his eyes. He was afraid people would find him strange if he asked and they couldn't see her, but he wondered if maybe somebody had someone else living inside their eyes too. He told his parents about this girl who was living in him. His mother told him it was impossible. His father said it could never happen. This confused him. He was sure she was there, he knew it! His parents told him not to tell anyone else about it and to keep it to himself, so people wouldn't think he was crazy. He was sad, but kept it to himself for many years. When he was in junior high school, he kept quiet. He didn't speak of the girl that lived insideMore Like This
I will never know, but I wouldTRANSMENMore Like This
I will never know how painful it is to get caught in my zipper. I would take the chance, if it meant I had a penis and I could pee standing up
I will never know how embarrassing it is to get an erection in public. I would happily hide my visible arousal, if it meant I could get an erection.
I will never know the disgust of having to go to the doctor for a prostate exam. I would go and get an exam every week, if it meant I had a prostate.
I will never know the agony of being kicked in the balls. I wouldn't curse or scream about it, if it meant I had balls that could be injured.
I will never need to use a condom for the reason "I don't want my partner to get pregnant". I'd never gripe about having to use a condom, if it meant I had the ability to get someone pregnant.
I will never know the moodiness, bloating, and cramps of having PMS. I would not complain and I would try to deal with the agony, if it meant I got a period.
I will never know the dread of going to a g
Normal"This isn't normal, is it?" I asked.More Like This
He looked up.
"Normal people don't have to do this, do they?" I asked. "Normal people don't get thrown out of places because they exist. Do they?"
He sighed. His eyes were tired. "No, baby."
"They don't have trouble finding somewhere to live. They don't worry about losing their jobs. They don't lose their parents." I said, trying to make them sound like statements, not questions. "Not because they exist."
He shook his head.
I nodded. "I'd forgotten. It's been so long since I was normal, I'd forgotten."
He looked at me for a moment, then stood and held me until the shock passed.
My Coming Out LetterDear Mom and Dad,More Like This
Well, it's a new year and a new start. And something I want to start doing is living completely honestly with you guys and sharing something with you that I've been too scared to for over 2yrs now. It's something I've known deep down my whole life but never really had the right vocabulary to articulate what I was feeling.
This is not something you'll want to hear, but it's something that needs to be said. And like I mentioned a second ago, it's something I've needed to say for about 2yrs now, but I've always been too afraid of what you might do or say or think to even bring it up. But I can't be afraid anymore. This is my new start. And though I know you won't be, it's something I'm excited about and want to share with you. I want the kind of relationship with you where I feel I can share anything. I don't feel like I have that right now, but by talking to you about all of this, I'm taking steps to change that because you're important to me.
I ask that you please let
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
TranssexualI am not man.More Like This
I am a woman.
On the outside,
I appear as a man,
But that is not who I am,
Not who I want to be.
On the inside,
I am a woman,
Who I truly am,
Who I want to be.
Thank goodness for surgery.
So I can express,
So I can become,
What I truly am.
To be freed,
From this male prison.
And enjoy freedom,
Freedom of being female.
Gender rollsMore Like This
In the beginning, EVERYONE is the same
Then, some begin to change
They split, they dived, unisex no more
But some stay the same, on the inside
Now, as they are born
What was identical is forever different
No longer united by a divine feminine
Now, they set out to make their riches
Alas, they are caught in the wrong niches
He is still a she, while all she wishes to be,
IS nothing more then a he
We are only what we think we are
Nothing more then our mind decides
FrustrationFrustrationMore Like This
From the time of my earliest memories, I have had these feelings.
Running through life fitting roles that I couldnt fit in.
Under the veil of secrecy she remained hidden.
Sure that if she was to be seen she would be rejected.
To keep this inside was a heavy burden, nobody knew of the pain I was in.
Realizing that I was different, I tried things to compensate for my weakness.
All along not understanding whether I have, a gift or a curse.
To lose all for this seemed like to high of a price
I am proud of who I am
One day all will see me, not the facade that I had built to hide myself.
Now I am free.
Gender DysphoriaGender Dysphoria,More Like This
an identity crisis
False impressions inside and out
Mind games for the chosen victim
Suffering from the lack of self esteem
Simple envy, but towards which gender?
A boy or a girl, what am I?
Maybe I'm just a freak
Emotionless people staring at me
Trying to guess,
But they don't see
Nor will they ever ask
What gender am I?
To who does it matter?
Friends shouldn't care,
what if I have a lover?
Whoever is involved,
needs to understand
I didn't choose,
What I am!
I Can Walk on WaterYou wake up and open your eyes. It's a new day. When you get up and go to the bathroom sink, you feel something against your leg. Looking down, it confirms it, you're a man. You're not sure what to do-you remember just yesterday being a woman. You don't know how it happened, but you go with it. No one seems to notice. Your name hasn't changed, and no one can see the five o'clock shadow, or if they do, they don't mention it. Your voice is lower, and you feel a bit taller. You go through your day trying not to think about it, since it would be distracting. Just when you've forgotten about it, on your way into the men's room, you unzip to find that it's gone. You're a girl again. Quickly looking in the mirror, you see that feminine face that you were expecting this morning. You dart out and into the girl's room and wonder what the hell happened.More Like This
By the time the day is over, you don't even think about it. Days pass and nothing different happens, you forget all about the strange morning you
RicochetI am:More Like This
A force to be reckoned with.
A weapon of peace.
A shotgun full of cherry kisses.
But I am happy.
New LookThe day after Halloween, I was out looking for discount Halloween costumes. I had a personal policy that it was never too late to have an awesome costume for next year. It was even better when I can get it cheap. Going through town looking for that PERFECT costume was hard, especially when all the main costume stores were sold out. I was just about to give up and wait for next year when I found this not-quite-run-down-but-old store.More Like This
I stood out in front of it and read the sign aloud. "The Second Identity." It was worth checking out. I mean, I wasted so much time in the big stores I might as well check out this one. I opened the door and wondered why I even bothered in the other stores. Lining the walls of the store were some of the highest quality costumes I have ever seen. Each of them looked as if they could win any costume contest they were entered in.
I wasted no time checking out the costumes. There seemed to be quite a few dragon related costumes, which made since I guess. There
Paradox of a Teen's life ch 1"Mommy, what are we doing here in the human place?" A little girl laughed happily, dancing around the oblivious humans who couldn't see her, waving to the few that could, the children, the innocent. One little boy grabbed her wrist, and she laughed. It was an interesting contrast, the tan skin of the human compared to her shimmering pale green skin. Then the boys mother pulled him away, unable to see the pretty winged girl her son was grabbing for.More Like This
"We're here to bless the newborns." The older being said. "It's a fun custom, we can give certain babies luck or beauty, among other gifts."
"Which ones will we bless mommy?" The child asks running to her mother, and clinging to her dress, as they walk down the halls of the hospital together.
"whichever ones you want sweetheart, but only a few."
"Yes mommy." The little girl whispered as they approached a room full of tiny little humans. The babies! She was bubbling from excitement as they stepped inside.
"Well Niamh, new lives, and which on
SilenceI spent my whole life being quiet about it.More Like This
Every time I saw somebody on the street from Gsa...
I was silent.
Every time I saw a girl I liked, and I waved...
I was silent.
And every time my parents would pry and beg to know and ask...
I was silent still.
So now that I've finally done it.
Now that I'm finally out.
Now that I'm free, without a doubt...
why must I still be silent?
Save the OutcastsSave the outcastsMore Like This
save the gay
save the lesbians
save the bisexuals
save the transgenders
Save the outcasts
stop the hand that hurts us
stop the hand that sometimes kills us
Stop the hate
We are human
We are just like you
We need love
We need affection
We need acceptance
We might look different
But we are the same
Save the outcasts
save the questioning
tell em it is okay
tell them it is okay not to know
They don't have to be ashamed
They don't have to hide it
Tell em it's okay
Cause I don't think they know
Save the Outcasts
stop the religious mania
tell them we are not a sin
we are human
just like them
just like them
tell em we're not a sin
tell em to stop the hate
Cause I don't think they understand us
We are just like them
just harder lives
cause I don't think they understand
tell em the gays
aren't just about sex
tell em the bisexuals
tell em the lesbians
tell em the transgenders
PretendAll of my life,More Like This
I've played pretend.
I was a princess.
I was a cowgirl.
I was a creature of myth.
Now at thirteen,
I pretend to be normal.
Fake a smile,
fake a laugh.
No one really cares,
So I pretend I don't hurt.
Pretend to be happy,
But I'm drowning.
Come with me,
We can play pretend together.
Living in MY skinThere are days I feel my body belongs to a strangerMore Like This
Days I wish I could make my chest disappear
Days I wish there was more than empty air between my legs
Days I want to be called
To walk with a little swagger in my step
And feel confident being me
I wouldn't be afraid of dressing feminine or masculine
It would all boil down to how I felt that day
I would hold my head up on my broad shoulders high
Proud to be me comfortable in the skin I'm in
I know the one I love would still love me
Because I would still be me
And at the end of the day, maybe I'd go back to Kari
And that would be okay with me
Because if I could change when I wanted
I'd finally be myself
And that's all that matters
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...?
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
30 Day Trans Challenge: Day 12More Like This
12)What are you doing to stay healthy for transitioning mentally and physically?
I'm not as healthy physical wise as I need to be for the transition. I want to start lifting weights, jog, do active nice stuff... To be honest, I really enjoy working out and being active, But it's just been rather frustrating for me as of late since it's been a really windy and rainy spring and I don't want to go outside even if it killed me. Hah. But after one little trip to the gym with a friend I can see a little arm muscle growth which is sooo amazing~ So if I work on keeping that sort of thing up it'll be easier to go out and do things like that.
My mum should be scheduling me in to meet my therapist so I'm also looking forward to that. However I'm actually pretty nervous because I've never actually met one- and I don't know what type of questions she'll be asking. She's supposedly worked with a ftm before so I guess that should make me alittle bit more comfortable. Not really, but I
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.
NamelessShe sits silently staring into the mirrorMore Like This
Watching the girl on the other side of the glass
A pair of unblinking eyes stare back
Their deep blue color full of joy
She reaches up and unties the ribbon
Letting the wavy brown hair cascade over her shoulders
She lets out a smile
The girl in the mirror replies with a smile of her own
She stares at the girl in the mirror
Taking in her beautiful features
A tear of jealousy falls from her eye
She blinks another away
Her vision blurs as more tears form
And slowly the girl in the mirror becomes more distant
As she wipes away her tears
She looks in the mirror where the nameless girl once sat
The boy that sits there now stares back
Tears rolling down his face
I am a man.A man.More Like This
What is the difference between the two?
I do not wear baggy pants.
I do not wear baggy shirts.
I do not wear dresses.
I do not wear skirts.
I do not brush my hair.
I do not keep it short.
I do not have ear piercings.
I do not have tattoos.
I do not wear hats.
I do not wear boxers.
I do not bind.
I do not pack.
I do wear make up.
I do dye my hair.
I do wear tight shirts.
I do wear jewelry.
I do not try to 'pass'.
Because I am me, and I embrace this.
And this does not make me any less of a man I am.
Semi-Colon as a Transgender symbol - WIPThe Semi-Colon as a secret transgender symbolMore Like This
The semi-colon is a punctuation mark used to separate two complete sentences that are related to each other enough that you wouldnt want to use a period to separate them.
A semi-colon signifies the transistion point between the first and the last sentence. Its not necessarily a finite end to the first sentence.
Just like a trans* person's life before transistion, its not the end of their life, just the start of a new life thats still closely related to the first.
We are all the same people, just like a sentence with a semi-colon is still the same sentence, theres just transistion in the middle of it.
GenderI sat by the sea;More Like This
You sat with me.
I could tell by your eyes;
There was nothing to hide.
I could have predicted
Your end to come;
But did I profess?
Not even a guess.
I sit now as lonely as ever.
You're as light as a feather
I cannot see along the shore.
You're not here anymore.
You brought your life to an end.
Now, a funeral, I do attend
By the sea;
Your favorite place to be.
So, they wrote your name high
On the tombstone, "Benjamin Guy."
Oh, we cried
As the casket was eyed.
You're carried away,
No longer happy and gay.
Six feet under dirt,
Because they laughed at your skirt.
I'm sorry, my Benjamin Guy.
You were living a lie.
A girl, you were meant to be,
When you were next to me.