I ever mention how much I love my mum? She came back from a whole day clothes shopping with this for me
no really is Arya Stark ftm, or am I projecting onto a tomboyish character because I want a series with a transguy in it?
Big news! (to me anyway) My dad took me to a barbers for the first time ever yesterday! It was pretty scary, but my hair is so super short :D
It’s completely different to going to a hair dresser, which is strange, but good :)
Another step on being fully treated like the man I am :)
We walked from the restrooms back to our campsite slowly, the effects of days half sleeping in cold tents making it hard to lift my boots. The air was still cold, but pleasant, English air no different from the Irish air I’d breathed most of my life.
I took care to step over the board which lay in the middle of the path, covering a cable someone had connected to their camp for some reason. I had almost tripped over the board every time I’d walked that way.
As I dismayed the mud that was everywhere thanks to a very rude and inconsiderate fun fair group, I heard a noise from my friend next to me.
"You know," he said, nervously, I looked at him expectantly, "I like you." he finished, somewhat hurriedly.
"YOU DO?!" I exclaimed in mock surprise.
He looked away sightly, embarrassed or confused, I couldn’t tell.
"Is it that obvious?" he asked quietly.
"Well," I responded, "of course you do! We wouldn’t play so many card games if we weren’t friends!"
Suddenly, he looked disappointed. Lost for words, we continued our walk, as I beamed at the thought of officially becoming friends with him.
"I mean, I like you. Like how people say they like like someone?"
I looked at him quizzically, “What?”
"Ask Sarah" he responded, exasperated.
Confused, but happy, I walked beside him to the campsite, where I set about looking for Sarah.
What I didn’t realize, was that a few months later, I would proudly call them my feyfriend, and I their boyfriend.
My mum just came in to see the Walkin’ Talkin’ Pinkie Pie that I bought on sale (which has the most Pinkie hair any hasbro toy has ever had) and was (jokingly) giving out that it was wasted on me and should be for a little girl, not a grown man
glob I love my mum
So, I got handed this booklet on LGBT Mental Health, and I gave it a read for the hell of it.
It focused a lot on the isolation felt by gays and lesbians who might not have many friends like them, or many people they can come out to.
On the other side, it focused on eating disorders as gay men try to be like the gay men on tv, and lesbian women try to fit into a specific category of lesbian.
These are serious concerns and all, but I had to laugh/be annoyed, that they went on about isolation, and completely erased bisexual and transgender people.
Like, who struggles with body image more than transgender people?
Not to mention their statistics on self harm and suicide, which over two thirds is usually committed by transgender youth.
Well done guys, that was a great booklet.
So I went to the bank to cash a cheque, and after, I went up to the desk with my mum because she wanted to ask about something regarding her bank card. That in itself isn’t really worth a post, but what is, is what happened after.
BankLady: “And what about this young man, has he got an account?”
My mum looked confused for a second, then said,
"Yes, he has, that’s why we came in today….”
There was more conversation after that, but I didn’t hear it because I was
My mum has never used male pronouns for me before! It’ll probably be a while before she does again, but oh my glob that made my day! ^.^
He held the door,
to make sure I followed.
He tutted at the hand dryer,
and raised an eyebrow,
as I dried my hands on my jeans.
But not one word was said,
just a silent acceptance.
She calls us for dinner,
"Dinner’s ready, boys"
She offers me fruit, and asks
"Would you like a pear, mister?"
instead of missy, like always.
She changed one word,
to show her acceptance.
that normal people don’t have to spend hours mentally preparing themselves so they can take a shower without intentionally hurting themselves or breaking down in tears. And it actually makes them feel good and then they can just go on with their day.
Man I envy them.
I’m not dead! College is just taking up all of my free time lately. But all is good here, no one has clocked me and I’ve gotten pretty comfortable with going in to the men’s room. I’m also dating someone now which is awesome because they are a ridiculously awesome person :)
I have quite a lot of comics drawn now as well about things that have happened, and plan to actually upload them if people are interested :)
Today, my mum called me Cory for the first time.
I nearly cried, I was just so happy. It felt like, for the first time, my mum was actually talking to ME, not some girl she was convinced I was, but the real me.
I’d love to thank anyone who has made the effort to change names for me, I’ll probably draw something when I get back.
"Get back?!" I hear you say? Yes, back. I am going to England in the morning with my Scout Troop for summer camp :) I cannot wait ^_^
Also, LoveTheVisualSystem and I are planning on selling things at this years Eirtakon :) anyone got any suggestions of what they’d like to see/buy? Images wanted by people who won’t be at Eirtakon will be posted here, for free of course, I’d like the practice :)
I draw and sculpt fimo :) Please don’t go looking for my deviantArt page, it hasn’t been updated in yeeeeeaaaaarrrrsss and I swear I am waaaay better than I was :O
I can’t wait to come home to over 1,000 posts on my dash :P
See you all in a week! :D
Another poem, whoop! :P
As always, comments are much appreciated :)
There are demons in this world,
Dark monster that prey on fear,
You don’t have to see them
To know they are there.
A simple walk down the street,
Of a place you’ve lived all your life
Is the most dangerous thing
For anyone different at night.
Though your town has not been visited,
You know it’s a matter of time,
The demons will come and feed on you,
And few will see a crime.
You’ll get lots of wishes from people you know,
And many will cry by your side,
But you’ll die alone in the hospital
Once they learn of the secret you hide.
So try to be safe and live life,
And pray they don’t come around,
Because if they do, and they notice you,
Beaten and raped you’ll be found.
Just wanted to share the news that my mum has told me that I can go back to the psychiatrist to work on my gender issues :) I just have to wait until after the Leaving Cert :)
Best Mum Ever! :D
Also, wanted to say thank you to all of my friends, you’re all just so awesome :’)