Our story (1 year anniversary is soon!)We started as siblings, our connection was made right after she came to talk with me. I personally didn't think much of her, she was my precious little sister who needed to be protected because our 'parents' were rarely by our side. I admit, she can be childish and silly, yet that's why I loved to take care of her. And yes, we had so much fun together! She wasn't the most ordinary female (I mean, she was literally asking to sleep next to me when the day turned into night.) My lifetime dream has been to be the protector instead of being protected, that's why I loved to stay by her side. Oh yeah, and she moves a lot.Our innocent hand holdings and hugs turned into more.. intimate and continuous. I couldn't live without her touch. I tried to be as close as possible, no matter how silly my reasons were. The closer we grew, the more I realized how deep my feelings were towards her. That's why I teased her so much~ And staring-contests, awh.Our love would've be forbidden in so m
A new studentWelcome to my class, Eerika-sempai! You've chosen such a horrible class but.. I'm more than happy to welcome you. You were the first person to ever speak with me & use male pronounces. ouo Damn, she's SMART and TALENTED! (She literally managed 8th grade in half a year, the other half is based on 9th grade.) I hope she can put some sense into my stupid classmates.
ThanksI had a real intense talk with my homeroom teacher. Apparently, I had written an essay about myself (I can't remember why) a few weeks ago. When my class ended she wanted me to stay. She sat down next to me, ''I read your essay, and..'' She presses her hand over her cheek. ''It was really touching, I feel so special because you wrote it so honestly, for me. It made me cry, really, I wish I had known all of this sooner. You're so brave, Aleksi. Is there anything I can do for you?'' I stare at her with my confused look, as if I couldn't really recall what I wrote back then. I suppose I was really emotional, no? After a moment I bite my bottom lip, looking away; ''I don't even know what to do for myself. None of my therapists have been able to.. help me.''She stands up and hugs me tightly, ''But I promise that you- WE will survive everything! You're not alone, I'm not a therapist or anything, but I'll listen. Anytime, anywhere. Just pat my shoulder, I promise to do my very best for
FridayI've never laughed so hard at school (or at least not in a long time). I and Erika-sempai were paired up and since we were making random tales in English (during our optional English lessons, we used the computer class). We couldn't help but laugh with tears because our classmates' stories were SO HILARIOUS! (And they had so many mistakes which made it even funnier..)Erika: *She spells a random word* Wait, Alex, did I say that correctly?Me: Yes, don't worry.Erika: So the rumors are true, you're good at English.Me: PFFH, no. You're the one who's good. o-o*She stares at me silently, I stare back at her- then we just laugh*THIS, is how I make friends. No plans, no introduces, just laughing and talking openly. ouo
ThoughtIF I survive and find peace when I'm an adult, I'd love to work with transgender* children and teenagers (and why not adults? It's never too late!)I'd encourage them, help them find their way and support them wholeheartedly. I could share my story and be the person they can look up to. They could come to me at ANY time of the day, especially if their dysphoria is at its worst or they're feeling shit because of the people around them. I promise to give warm hugs. Yah, that'd be nice. ,u,
Rest in peaceAs a transgender person, I feel for Leelah. I also wanted to commit suicide this year, plenty of times. At one point, I seriously couldn't handle myself nor my feelings towards my gender. Her death shocked me as much as those who knew her or just heard her story. I hope her parents will burn in their guilt, it's disgusting to see how they treated their own child, their own daughter. I guess some people won't notice what they've done until it's too late (oh but her parents didn't even after she chose the worst possible way to end her pain).I really thought I'd be just like her this year. She was so close getting through the December. I just.. ugh, I feel so horrible. I wish, hope, pray that no one else has to go through that. We need to raise awareness of gender issues, because we are real. We aren't just puppets with fake backgrounds. This shit is real, dysphoria isn't just for hypocritical individuals. Some of us do need the hormone therapies and surgeries and they should be provided
I've finally found the perfect theme song for us
Do you still hate gay men?Because, this is adorable! This character is speaking the truth. (´u´)
20th NovemberNovember is a month where we remember. We remember our veterans and our soldiers of the past and present. Lesser known in November however is the International Transgender Day of Remembrance.It might not be a big deal for some people, but far too many trans* people get killed every year. The day's meaning is to have a silent moment, put candles and remember those who lost their lives for just being themselves at school, work, restrooms, streets- anywhere. Remember the prejudice that still exists in our world and seek to end it. Remember those who are transgender, who live in fear everyday because of the violence that has been directed at the trans community. Remember and embrace difference. Remember those who've lost their dear ones. Make a difference. 50% of transgender people attempt suicideTrans* person: 1 in 12 are murderedAverage person: 1 in 240 (?) are murderedWith no support from parents, they have higher risks to do drugs, drink alcohol, self-harm, et
Reasons to date a transmanReasons you should date a transman-No premature ejaculation. We really can go all night!-No erectile dysfunction.-We come in a variety of sizes, colors, and textures. (Partial pun!)-For the ladies, no worries of accidental pregnancies, so no need for birth control that messes with your hormones, mind, and body. (Serious note: This does not include STD protection. Use your brain.)-T or not, we tend to look younger than our real age. We can be your first husband and your trophy husband rolled into one.-For the ladies, we tend to have better listening skills, more comprehension of your situation, and more respect for your equality than your last boyfriend. (Pfft. He was a jerk.)-For women, we have a better chance of remembering to put the lid down.-For men, we have a better chance of the toilet lid staying up.-We'll probably remember your birthday.-For women, you don't have to tell us the right spots. We know the right spots.-Men or women, you probably won't miss what's not the
FTMFTMI wrap my chest so tightlyCan't let anything showLower my head so slightlyCan't let anyone knowCan't let anything showHow could you think it a phase?Lower my head so slightlyFeeling stuck in a mazeHow could you think it a phase?I feel so aloneFeeling stuck in a mazeThis body is not my ownI feel so aloneI wrap my chest so tightlyThis body is not my ownLower my head so slightly
Its who I am - FTM transgender story.I used to be one of them.. One of them they used to say. I used to have long hair, that fell near to my waist, wore make up and dresses.. Now I've found out who I am. I now have short hair and no make up on my face. I don't wear dresses; just hoodies and baggy denim jeans. Bra's make me feel like my chest is being compressed into.. I wish it was flat and I didn't have the objects. Well, you call it breasts with a purpose and I don't. I hate them and feel like they obstruct me. So I hide them, with bandages and binders to make them flat. I want to be who I am.. A male. I woke up and looked in the mirror, I saw my reflection of my body and felt trapped in myself again.. Putting cosmetics in my hair to spike it up then I get my binders. Around, around and around my breasts they go covering them up like the mistake they are. I put on my school shirt and hoodie. Then my black trousers with a belt supporting them, I went downstairs to get my shoes, ate a slice of toast a
FtMMother.I am not your daughter.I have never been your daughter.I tried.For those few years I tried to.Tried to fit it.Tried to be a daughter.But in vain.I'm sick of you pushing me to be a girl.I'm sick of you hoping it's a phase.Because it's not.Mother.I am your son.And you have a choice.Love me.Or don't.But please.Choose quickly.And choose wisely.Because if you choose no.I'll leave.And I won't be coming back.
FTM dressingLooking at my naked self in the mirror, I sucked in my stomach and rolled my shoulders back, putting my hands on my hips. Then I looked at my hips. I swished them from side to side, trying to make them look smaller. I sighed and grabbed my clothes. Starting with the underwear, I looked at myself in the mirror again with just my black briefs on. Despite the hips and small "moobs," I looked a little more like a man. Then I pulled my binder over my head. I took a deep breath to make sure it fit right, and then moved my moobs around under it until my chest was as flat as it could be. I looked in the tall mirror on my door again. That was much better. My binder looked just like an undershirt or tank top so I as I dressed I was looking more and more like a "real man." Next came the shorts. I wore them low on my waist, but not low enough that my butt would show. Just like all the teenage boys were doing lately. It just kept getting better and better. I pulled a large grey graphic T-shirt out
Ftm comics by copper-rose