Saith
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Oh thanks but, uh, this isn't a happy realization.
I mean sure, I'm ecstatic about the future possibilities, but practically it's going to give me nothing but grief. I mean, I was... Happy(?) as a guy. Maybe not quite satisfied, and I do go through week-long periods of hiding in a sleeping bag in the kitchen, crying my eyes out becauseI'M UGLY AND NO ONE SHOULD SEE ME AND EWWWWWWbut I figured it was just a teenage thing, you know?
But after reading through the SA Trans-Megathread a couple months back, it made me start thinking. I mean, I'd known about transpeople for a while, obviously. But it had always been Something Other People Do, you know? Like being an astronaut or killing your father. I've got a bunch of trans-friends in real life (a club in Cardiff that I used to go to fairly frequently was a bit of a 'tranny hotspot'), and it's not like they'd kept how it felt a secret from me, but it still always felt alien to me. Kind of like reading this book called Filth. It's written in a Scottish accent, and I know it's a bad analogy, but still. It was like that. But anyway, after a couple months of, I guess, denial, I started thinking long and hard and realized that it cleared some shit up.
That time in comp when I cut my hair into a bob the day before work experience? I stood up in front of a class of kids my age, five times a day for two weeks, giving no shits about what they thought of me because it just felt so good!
The fact that when someone tells me that I have a 'lady-face', I can't even formulate a snappy response because I'm doing my best not to giggle. Even if it's meant as an insult.
When my sister's boyfriend, upon meeting me for the first time, said 'Oh wow, you look just like Arora but with brown hair and a beard!' (I'd been in Cardiff for three days and hadn't had time to shave. Or wash. Q.Q)
It explained these sorts of things, and helped somewhat to explain my self-esteem issues and the fact that I hate people looking at me. Also the whole crying thing.
Honestly, when I even think about maybe one day transitioning, I get all giddy, I giggle, and people give me weird looks. Which they should, because I suddenly get a weird look and start laughing for no reason.
But then it hits me. All the hardships. I come from a, uh, pretty conservative family. I think. I'm not sure. No one in my family is religious, and they all claim to be hippy-liberals and shit. Hell, my grandfather smuggled weed back in the sixties! But they still have their prejudices, and homophobia is one of them. Transgender comes under that umbrella to them, probably.
Hell, my cousin Cory, who I'm closer to than practically anybody in my family, had a conversation with me just last week about a girl in his hostel who was kicked out for being trans. The worst part is, he went on to say that he didn't understand it AND THAT HE ENDED UP CAMPING WITH HER AND A BUNCH OF PEOPLE WHO SHOT THE GROUND AROUND HER FEET WITH A REAL HANDGUN TO SCARE HER OUT OF THE HOSTEL WHEN THEY GOT BACK. Fucking hell.
Anywho, he's the nicest, most open person in my family. Yeah.
Then there's the added costs and the fact that transpeople have a 70% unemployment rate and the fact that I'll only have enough courage once I'm independent, and to do that I'll need to abandon my siblings to my heroine addicted crack-whore of a mother and ugggghhhhh.
So yeah, sorry to be a downer (and sorry to write such a long post, too, oh my god), but that's basically how I feel.
I need a hug. Q.Q
I mean sure, I'm ecstatic about the future possibilities, but practically it's going to give me nothing but grief. I mean, I was... Happy(?) as a guy. Maybe not quite satisfied, and I do go through week-long periods of hiding in a sleeping bag in the kitchen, crying my eyes out becauseI'M UGLY AND NO ONE SHOULD SEE ME AND EWWWWWWbut I figured it was just a teenage thing, you know?
But after reading through the SA Trans-Megathread a couple months back, it made me start thinking. I mean, I'd known about transpeople for a while, obviously. But it had always been Something Other People Do, you know? Like being an astronaut or killing your father. I've got a bunch of trans-friends in real life (a club in Cardiff that I used to go to fairly frequently was a bit of a 'tranny hotspot'), and it's not like they'd kept how it felt a secret from me, but it still always felt alien to me. Kind of like reading this book called Filth. It's written in a Scottish accent, and I know it's a bad analogy, but still. It was like that. But anyway, after a couple months of, I guess, denial, I started thinking long and hard and realized that it cleared some shit up.
That time in comp when I cut my hair into a bob the day before work experience? I stood up in front of a class of kids my age, five times a day for two weeks, giving no shits about what they thought of me because it just felt so good!
The fact that when someone tells me that I have a 'lady-face', I can't even formulate a snappy response because I'm doing my best not to giggle. Even if it's meant as an insult.
When my sister's boyfriend, upon meeting me for the first time, said 'Oh wow, you look just like Arora but with brown hair and a beard!' (I'd been in Cardiff for three days and hadn't had time to shave. Or wash. Q.Q)
It explained these sorts of things, and helped somewhat to explain my self-esteem issues and the fact that I hate people looking at me. Also the whole crying thing.
Honestly, when I even think about maybe one day transitioning, I get all giddy, I giggle, and people give me weird looks. Which they should, because I suddenly get a weird look and start laughing for no reason.
But then it hits me. All the hardships. I come from a, uh, pretty conservative family. I think. I'm not sure. No one in my family is religious, and they all claim to be hippy-liberals and shit. Hell, my grandfather smuggled weed back in the sixties! But they still have their prejudices, and homophobia is one of them. Transgender comes under that umbrella to them, probably.
Hell, my cousin Cory, who I'm closer to than practically anybody in my family, had a conversation with me just last week about a girl in his hostel who was kicked out for being trans. The worst part is, he went on to say that he didn't understand it AND THAT HE ENDED UP CAMPING WITH HER AND A BUNCH OF PEOPLE WHO SHOT THE GROUND AROUND HER FEET WITH A REAL HANDGUN TO SCARE HER OUT OF THE HOSTEL WHEN THEY GOT BACK. Fucking hell.
Anywho, he's the nicest, most open person in my family. Yeah.
Then there's the added costs and the fact that transpeople have a 70% unemployment rate and the fact that I'll only have enough courage once I'm independent, and to do that I'll need to abandon my siblings to my heroine addicted crack-whore of a mother and ugggghhhhh.
So yeah, sorry to be a downer (and sorry to write such a long post, too, oh my god), but that's basically how I feel.
I need a hug. Q.Q