First Double TGIt was finally the best time of the day, lunch time. Everyone was rushing to get in line to get the somewhat decent school food. As for me I walked into the Snack Shop and got a bag of Funyuns and a couple cookies and got my ID tag scanned.I hurried my way through the crowd of hungry teenagers and sat down at the usual table. Waiting for the others to show up. "They better hurry up... I'm tired of waiting for them..." I said to myself. I looked up and saw April waving at me as she got closer to wear I was. Following behind her was my good friend Whitney.Both pretty much ran to see who could make it to the table. April one with her head start, they both sat down and we just talked. I ended up getting up to go grab my bag which I had set down next to me, as I did so Whitney got up and walked over to me.She had her arms stretched out like she wanted a hug. I gave her a funny look as I tried to grab something. "Oh come on Doug and don't be shy. I just want a hug from you is all." she sm
The BoyBoyOnce, there was a boy that was not like other boys.He realized this early on.His parents dressed him strangely.His relatives treated him oddly.The other boys put him on probation, but he couldn't run as fast. After that, they ignored him for a few grades.(After that, they realized he had all the answers)He didn't like running. It never seemed to work right.He tried talking to the girls instead.After all, they were the ones he was 'supposed' to be talking to anyway, who knew why.It didn't go very well, to say the least.They asked him if he was a "PIG", and he always got it wrong.They giggled in corners about things of which he'd never heard.At least the boys talked about real things, like rocks and soccer balls.Girls talked about people he didn't know.He didn't have many friends.Soon he learned why he was supposed to talk to girls;why they dressed him funny,why he couldn't run as fast.He was a 'girl'.Look down, they said. You'll see. Boys look like this.
FTM coming out letter.READ DESCRIPTION.- - - -Dear Mom,I love you. You raised me perfectly. Please don't let this letter make you doubt that. It is because of you, that I'm the person I am today. Please keep an open mind about this, and that no matter what happens, I will always be your child. I'll simply say this right now, I'm not pregnant, I'm not on drugs and I don't drink. That's not what this is about. My hand is shaking as I write this, it's really hard for me. In all honesty, I'm terrified about what you will think, and how you will react. I'm still the same person I've always been, your only child, and nothing will ever change that. This is also not a phase, mom. I haven't made this decision based on the past couple days, the past couple weeks, or the past couple months. I've been feeling this way for well over two years now.I hate this, mom. The feeling that I don't belong in my own body. It's like my mind is linked elsewhere. This body of mine is just a shell. I have the body of a girl, but t
The Boy In The ClassThe boy in the class who sits aloneNobody can hear his hearts moanThey don't understand him and never will trySo every day he slowly diesIf they could feel what he feels insideWould they be able to pass him by?But they'll never understand and never careThey'll just pass and leave him thereHe's never let anyone know the real himHe's afraid to be rejected by someone he lets inWhat would they do if they were told?They'd prate and stare and leave him coldSo he sits alone and nobody seesInside his mind he's never at easeAll he needs is a single friendBut that's a wish that won't seem to endThey can't espy that he's just afraidAnd don't recognize he didn't choose it that wayHis fear follows him like an incoming tideHe can't hide from that fear as it's justifiedHe can bearly dream of an happy endBecause he was born with a single burdenHe can't talk to the girls in his classHe's tried for years but it never will passIt's always been this way and he can't changeSo he's
transgender FtMtumours on my chestempty air between my legsnone of this is me
TransgenderTransgender I always thought strange.What is in a pronoun change?Don't understand what gender means.Just a label it would seem.Sealing yourself in a different box,Boarded up, covered in locks.Why can't we just break free?Won't anyone join in with me?No longer define by a gender.No meaning behind him or her.These labels won't get you far.Everyone should be who they are.
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