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My mother's told me many a time that I was either two or three when I first declared myself a boy. It was loud and teary and painful, but I was her princess still.
She doesn't think it funny anymore, hasn't for years now.
My mother's told me many a time that I was either two or three when I first declared myself a boy. It was loud and teary and painful, but I was her princess still.
She doesn't think it funny anymore, hasn't for years now.
Dad revenge-dumped my sisters & I into gov't custody in '97, so adults =/= parents.🙃
I've been told time and again that my coming out and transition came as a total surprise. I can't even begin to comprehend the mental gymnastics required to ignore the signs. Impressive, really
I've been told time and again that my coming out and transition came as a total surprise. I can't even begin to comprehend the mental gymnastics required to ignore the signs. Impressive, really
When I was 16 no-one in my life had ever heard of the term "trans". I had to do a lot of digging to find the word and by the time I did I'd already said my goodbyes once. Had I not learned that I'm real, that I'm not alone, I would've never made it past 2008.
Visibility matters.
Visibility matters.
I was inspired to draw this by reading all the books I wrote as a teenager, and it's also a really nice coincidence that I got it done so close to the #TransDayOfVisbility.
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