Oh right… I love being told Olive Garden is more interesting than me…
Okay. Not in those words but really.
All you have to say is, “Sorry, I’ve got dinner plans with my family.” when I ask if you want to hang out tonight. You don’t have to say “I’d rather go to Olive Garden.” I mean, that just… I dunno. Rubs me the wrong way.
The above article is an update. Her mother went to appeal to keep her out of the psychiatric ward and lost. She will be institutionalized because of her expression of her gender. She will be held until she conforms to male gender and then released to foster care, not her mother who was supporting her.
Please, if you haven’t signed the petition, sign it, reblog it, ask your friends to sign it. We’ve managed to get 40K signatures for a pageant model, we’ve only gotten 11K for a little girl about to have her life ruined. Lets get on the ball and spread the word.
I literally just repeated the f-word until I ran out of breath.
Let me catch my breath. I may go on a cursing spree again as soon as I get it back.
Seriously people…
WHY THE FUCK AREN’T PEOPLE REBLOGGING THIS??
A friend of mine has a horrid habit. I’m sure some of you have a friend just like mine.
“You can’t cross your legs like that!” she said to me today. I looked up, confused of course.
“Uh… why?”
“It makes you look like a girl. You can’t be a boy if you cross your legs like that.”
“But I cross my legs just like anyone else… And I’m gay so…” now don’t take this to mean gay men are girly, I’m just referencing stereotypes.
“You can’t do that. Men don’t do that.”
I’m sorry, babe. You’re very wrong.
I wish I could have said that to her. Instead, I rolled my eyes and sat a different way.
I am a man. I know this fact, she knows this fact, the other friends we were with know this fact. Sure, I’m a transman, but just because I lack a penis should that mean I have to “act like a man”? What does that even mean? As a man, aren’t my actions automatically manly?
What I’m getting at is; there is no one way to be a man because every man is different.
Why should she hold me to higher standards of manhood than the rest of her male friends? She’s constantly telling me that I can’t walk a certain way or stand a certain way because it’s “too girly”.
I’ve never really considered how I act to be “girly” or “manly”. It’s just… me. I can’t change who I am, I can only discover more of myself along the way.
What she says, it bothers me. I can stop it bothering me about as well as I can stop myself from cringing when I hear female pronouns (read: which I can’t at all, even when they aren’t directed toward me). Despite how uncomfortable she makes me feel, I know that she’s wrong. I can cross my legs, saunter around, stand with my ankles crossed, and make crazy hand gestures all I like and I’ll never be any less of a man.
I guess what I’m really trying to say is… It’s alright when things bother or upset you, but you always have to remember to be who you are. It’s far too obvious and stressful to try and live up to the expectations of others.
My mother seems to think that her personal connection to my name is more important than my own. Yes, she picked it out and blah blah blah, but I am the one who has to live with it and I quite frankly refuse. I am a boy so a girl’s name does not suit me.
Not to be morbid or anything, but that person with the girl’s name doesn’t exist. She never really did. It was always, always a facade. It never fit properly, always made me uncomfortable.
I’ve always claimed my hatred of that name. Always loudly and to anyone and everyone that would listen. Why does it suddenly seem like a surprise that I hate it? Are you really that stupid that you never really listened to me before?
My name is important to me, and it is not the one you’re so fucking attached to. I am Nathaniel, my friends call me Nate. It doesn’t fit perfectly— I’m not confident enough in myself for that yet— but it fits a hell of a lot better than that other name.
He, him, his, mister, sir, brother, son.
My friends are amazing. I changed my name to the male version of my birth name on the book of faces and one of them messaged me to make sure they had to right person because they had forgotten I had a name that wasn’t Nate.
When I’m upset, I think of my time with them and all the “Nate!” and “he” and all the rest and at the very least I manage a small smile. I always want them there when I’m starting to lose hope for the future or confidence with myself.
The problem? They make me so happy I forget to have them comfort me and return home as upset as I was before I leave. I just want to be the son. The others are in place. I just want to be the son…
but I don’t think transexuality is a sexuality…. (like, “I am homosexual” = I am attracted to people who are the same gender as me, “I am transsexual” ≠ I am attracted to people who are trans)
Yeah…definitely not a sexuality. It impacts sexuality in that being trans means I’m gay rather than straight, but it’s not a sexuality on its own.
The artist behind this picture explained that she’s aware transsexual isn’t a sexuality. She (Humon on Deviantart) didn’t mean anything by it, just wanted to include the flag. Not to mention her followers take everything far too seriously. She specifically wrote:
“EDIT: I know transsexual isn’t a sexuality as such, but I also know that I would have a lot of people yelling at me if it wasn’t there.”
So. I’m going to a convention.
I wonder if anyone will believe I’m actually a guy and not just some crossplayer.
I’m not even crossplaying this year.
As supportive as all my friends are, I just want someone who understands.
Someone I could go to right now, actually.
I just need a hug and I don’t want to have to explain why my dad saying I’m just “mad all the time” when I mentioned I was upset because he called me a “she” again had me rushing to my room to cry.
Hell. I can’t even see the screen.
I hate this.
