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...?
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
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.
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.
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
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.
Being TransgenderBeing transgender is like this:More Like This
Everyday of your life, you have always wanted a dog.
For as long as you can remember--
even if you don't know to what extent--
you have wanted one.
You asked your parents, Santa, the easter bunny,
even the tooth fairy.
Then one day you get a dead cat for your birthday.
You say "This isn't a dog,"
But "You get what you get and don't get upset"
So you carry around and care for the dead carcass.
All sorts of people look at you,
unable to understand what you are doing.
So then one day you decide to try to make it look a bit nicer.
You wash it a bit, comb what little fur it has left,
cover the decrepit limbs.
But then you realize the futility in doing this all the time,
because you are still carrying around a dead animal.
So you continue to carry it around because you have to,
no matter how horrible it may be.
Although you are carrying around a dead and rotting cat,
you aren't a goddamn cat owner;
You still want a fucking dog.
From Blue to PinkHe lives in a world filled with pink and blue.More Like This
The colour is given you.
It's a colour you can't really choose.
He hates his colour to the very core.
He thinks the colour blue is such a bore.
One day he sees something new.
People are changing their colours from blue to pink and pink to blue.
An idea pops into his mind.
Hey, why can't I change mine?
After all, he hated how he was designed.
He ran to his mother and told her the plan.
She was upset for a reason he couldn't understand.
Why does he have to have the colour blue?
Only if she could see through his point of view.
If only she knew.
The word spread fast around the school,
About a boy who hated the colour blue.
They laugh at him and mocked him day after day.
They are the true sheep that've gone astray.
Oh, the awful things they say.
Hush now, they can't tell him how to live.
Their words are hitting him like a whip.
He no longer identifies as with blue.
I don't know why this is a shock to you.
Hush now, there is nothing you can do.