TransgenderI am stuck in a body I do not want. I wish to change. I hate to look in the mirror everyday seeing a shape I was forced into.More Like This
This flat chest
This empty air between my legs
This unnecessary stick hanging down
This too long hair no matter what I do
This hair that always seems too short
These stupid skirts I want to burn
These too baggy jeans I'm forced into
Being a female
Being a male
I want to walk down the streets and feel free.
Feel at ease.
The way I'm supposed to be.
I want to feel normal.
Is that so wrong?
Jocelyn's Transgal FAQMore Like This
Jocelyn's Transgal FAQ
A little while back, a good friend and watcher (and fellow transgirl), sent me a bunch of questions via Note, asking about my experiences, feelings and advice on certain trans-related things. She said she got a lot out of my answers, so I decided I wanted to post this and share it with other transgirls that might also potentially be able to gain something from this - especially those that are still pre-transition. I have, after all, spent a pretty long time in that agonizing pre-transition stage. Far longer than I wanted.
So I asked her permission to post this and here it is. Some questions have been removed from the original list 'cause my answers were either exceptionally personal or redundant. I also added a couple that different people had asked me shortly after doing this. If there are further questions - from anyone - I am not against editing this and adding more (it's already pretty long; what's more questions at
Fred Phelps is deadTo his family, I am extremely sorry for their loss, after all, just because he was in Westboro, doesn't mean he didn't have loved ones, and to them, I am sorry that they have lost a father and a husband, what he's done doesn't changed that fact.More Like This
May he rest in peace and may God have mercy on him.
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.
The Gated Trans CommunityI hate the concept of identity as gated community.More Like This
I've been seeing this in trans circles lately, this idea that you can't just have anybody identifying as trans, or the next thing you know, the bums will take over the whole neighborhood! You'll have those giggly yaoi fangirls who want to be bishounen because bishounen are hawt, and those creepy guys who want to be girls just so they can have sex with lesbians, and they will poison the community.
To which I wonder, poison with what? I'm serious here, how exactly will they harm the community?
If they're creepy, fetishistic people, well, that's certainly not a province solely for the cis. I've met creepy asshole trans people before, and I avoid them for being creepy assholes.
But that's not what you're really worried about. Because you're not talking about poisoning our community with creepiness and assholery. You're talking about our community being poisoned with