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
Confessions of a TransmanI look down every morning to see these two monsters protruding from my ribcage. As a child, they had not existed, but they grow on my body as I get taller, along with half of the human race. My lungs have grown two fleshy eyes that I am always aware of and never able to escape. Many find these attractive, desirable even. From the time I was told I had to harness them, I could feel a dark spot flare inside of me. It was something that elongated itself along my spine and kept growing until I felt it hit my pelvic wall. Bulges on my torso that are hard to hide and an unnecessary space between my legs. As if something else just had to belong there. But the dark spot keeps growing, until it erupts through my pores. The clothing I wear, the things I say, the pronouns used against me- all adding to this damaging aura of mine. From the moment I was born, even before I took my first br
How to Know if You're TransI see these questions sometimes, about "how can you be sure you're trans?" I see the sentiment often in articles that claim to "question" transsexuality, from well-meaning but pain-in-the-ass bystanders, and so on. A lot of it gives me a migraine the size of a T-Rex behind my right eye, so I thought I might help clear up some of the confusion.There is only one way to "know" you're trans. And that's because you feel you are. Does this answer seem vague to you? It should, because it is. As much as others would like to tell you otherwise, there is no "test" for being trans. There is no criteria that if you check enough boxes, congratulations, you're transgendered. I ID very strongly as trans, but I fail nearly every single criteria required for Aetna's insurance coverage of trans care. In Aetna's eyes, I'm not a "true transsexual,"
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