Dysphoria always overtakes me whenever I look in the mirror without a shirt on. Without all the binding and baggy clothes, it's just a realization that your body looks wrong and weird. There are these extra things on your chest that just don't make sense being there and should just go away. I see things that way. In my mind, I see myself flat-chested, being able to have my shirt off in public and just having nothing to worry about. But for real, these bags of fat are holding me back, keeping me away from what I want to do with my life.
I want to be helpful to the trans* community. I went to transstudent.org and they have volunteer work I can do, but I think I'll wait until I'm 16, that way I could maybe work my way up to be paid. I want to have more experience. I don't think I'm too young, I mean, one of the founders started it when she was only 18, so I'm not too young.
Manypeople still think I'm joking, that I'm just going to stop acting like this bynext year or something and that they shouldn't take me seriously. I tell themthat I'm not going to change my mind. This is who I am, it's not just somethingI decided to do waking up one morning to say "Hey, you know what would reallyfuck with people?"
Another great way to convince people you are not the same as everybody else: if you have a concert or something for band, orchestra, or anything musical, wear the other sex's concert outfit. It can be pretty easily pulled off.
*At the GSA Halloween party*
"So you look like every teenage boy ever," Al said to my boyfriend, "and so do you," he said, turning to me.
"Yup, that's our costumes. Just two teenageguys." I replied.
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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...
