*walking into school wearing a tie*
"Why are you wearing a tie?" One friend asks.
"Because I ca-"
"Because she wants to," another friend chimes in, before I get to finish my sentence.
"Oh hey look, a guy and a girl I've never talked to!" a stranger says to me and my friend.
"Not a girl," I say
"Yes you are."
"No, I'm not."
"Well, it's America, you can be whatever you want."
I want to scream my head off sometimes. I plan and I plan on telling my family that I'm not a girl, I go up to them, then I don't say anything. They have no clue that anything is wrong when the call me "she" and they will most likely continue to do so until I can get the courage to tell them. It's killing me.
I read a story online where this teen trans* girl got her first dose of hormones as a surprise from her parents. Lucky her.
I'm getting the feeling that if people are going to call me what I need them to call me, I'm going to have to stand up for myself whenever people use the wrong pronoun.
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Diary of a Non-Binary
Non-FictionThis is just a collection of small stories of my daily life as a Non-Binary male. Includes bits from my perspective and some tips for my fellow trans* people. TOTALLY not finished, definitely a working progress, but I've decided to give you what I h...
