I Think I Might Be Genderfluid, So I’m Going To Start Asking Myself How I’m Feeling Gender-wise Every

UPDATE: Wrong pronouns for anxiety friend, they did research and found out they’re nb. I’m out to dwarf friend as well now. I came out to her using an AMAZING character secret reveal during a game of D&D to set it up, and it went great thanks to the incredible DMing of anxiety friend. Anxiety friend will henceforth be referred to as Any (short for Anonymous) and dwarf friend will be referred to as Barrel (in-joke). Barrel and I put together both an amazing outfit for me to wear to the school dance and a way for me to delay coming out to my parent until after said school dance. Unfortunately, this dance is not until later in the school year. That’s it for now!

I just realized it’s been a while, here’s an update on my existence:

- i’m a girl, and i’m not out as one - school’s back, so that’s a thing - made two friends - one is a lesbian with a self-proclaimed resemblance to the dwarves of d&d - the other has anxiety and is a boi - only problem is, he wasn’t born a boi and has religious parents - he’s the only person i’m out to as a girl atm - also my crush, a cis football boi, is an idiot but somehow that makes him cuter I DONT KNOW EITHER

Is there any worse feeling than finding out your crush is straight when said crush is the same gender as you?

I forgot about tumblr for a while

Speaking of, I’m out of ideas for patches on his jacket! Also, to clarify: it’s not just filler, I want to share one of my stories with the internet. Update: I’ve decided on bi

I’m working on a character drawing and I’m trying to decide what his sexuality is. He has a boyfriend, and I’m currently thinking either bi or just gay. I know y’all probably don’t care, but I just felt like it might be a good way to start getting more stuff on my blog.

I had an idea: a lesbian werewolf and a lesbian vampire. It’s double gay because in everything ever werewolves and vampires are enemies and not supposed to like each other

holy crap. i just realized just how truly awful some people are. it’s worse to say ‘i accept you’ but be a douche about it than to openly not accept them (not to extremes, obviously)

Acceptance

My mom “accepts me”, but she “knows I only chose to be bisexual so I didn’t have to break up with my girlfriend when she started transition.”

My dad “accepts me” but often reminds me that “monogamy is important no matter who you’re attracted to” because bi girls are more likely to cheat.

My girlfriend’s mom “accepts her” but won’t use her chosen name and only uses the right pronouns half the time.

My pan friend’s mom “accepts her” but still calls her girlfriend her “best friend” because she “knows my friend will find the right boy someday”

A gay guy I met in class has parents that “accept him” but when he said he was being bullied for his sexuality said that “he should just be less public about it.”

None of us have been kicked out. We still talk to our parents. They give us food and clothes and help pay college tuition. They haven’t threatened to kill us. They haven’t actually killed us.

They “accept us”

But no they don’t.

Not kicking your kid out/not murdering them cannot be the standard of acceptance. It’s not accepting. It’s almost nothing.

If you want to be a wonderful accepting parent to a LGBTQ+ kid, you have to listen to what they say and trust them. You have to do your research and understand that this is who they are and it’s not up to them. You have to do anything you can to make their lives easier because the rest of the world is already going to make them go through hell.

And if you’re not ready to trust your kid and love them no matter what, don’t call yourself progressive or accepting.

You’re just a dick.

i’m trying to get my total posts to 420 by april 20

Please help me spread this

I’ve created a website with a collection of stories, art, etc from trans people and im trying to get the word out. When you google anything about trans, mostly all you get it terrible websites about psychologists saying there’s something wrong in our brains, parents hating their kids, parents being scared for their kids, or just plain misinformation. You may find a few good ones, but the sludge you have to go through is too much. My goal is to create a place for trans people to share their experiences with the world, and give hope to each other. The website is also to teach cis people, because education is the first step to understanding and accepting us, and here they can learn from the best source, the trans people themselves. The url is https://greysonthagard.wixsite.com/transkidstruggles , and the website is always open for submissions of stories, art, poems, memes, or anything else you’re willing to share about your story. i want to give us a real voice, please help me make a place for that. Thank you

Holy crap. Please explain how you managed to find the exact right words for this. Because I am amazed

The Closet

i’ve never posted my writing anywhere before but this was so personal to me and i haven’t stopped reading it since i wrote it, so now i guess i hand it off to you. i wrote this at a very low point in my life and, while i am certainly doing better now, i still feel the emotions expressed in this piece quite often. being closeted is hard– it hurts. it really hurts. so, here goes! my writing, now yours as well.

March 3, 2019, 1:07am

Prompt: You knock louder and louder on the door, but nobody answers.

Banging. Thudding. Pounding. Kicking. I’m slamming at the door. I’m trapped, I’m claustrophobic, I’m scared; but worst of all– I’m alone. I have been in here for too long and I’m ready to leave. I miss my friends, I miss my family… I miss the truth. I miss the days when I didn’t see the walls, when it was harder to notice the harsh divide. But almost just as scary- if not scarier- as this deafening isolation is the potential of what’s on the other side of the door. What if it’s worse? I can’t know. “If only the door would just open!” I keep saying to myself. But in my heart of hearts I know it’s for naught. Because this is a door I can only open myself. And I imagine what the world on the other side is like. I fantasize about flying through the door in a burst of color and light, finally happy, finally smiling. A real smile. Not the smile blocked by the walls. A smile that says “I’m free! I’m here! I’m out!” But for now I remain incarcerated. It’s hard to justify, though. Feeling imprisoned when you are your own jailor.

I decided to post the prologue and a bit of chapter 1 for a story I’m working on to get it out there

: : : : Prologue - 19 years ago : : : : “The Ace has been born!” The first male Ace of Spades in 100 years. He doesn’t know it yet, but he is effectively a prince. He is one of the four Aces, each one assigned a Jack. When each King and Queen pair dies, the Ace will marry the Jack and replace them. : : : : 11 years ago : : : : However, the Ace of Spades was different from the others. Ace talked to a boy named James a lot. Ace really liked him, and his parents said that the two were almost never apart. What they didn’t know was that the two were in love. : : : : 3 years ago : : : : Ace had tried so many times to talk his parents, the King and Queen, into changing his who Jack was. But they were adamant that they chose correctly. They told him he would have to do something drastic to even get them to start considering it. Ace ran from home in a spectacular fashion. He always hated that stained glass window. Ace and James never looked back as they ran from the castle. The two are rarely seen, except by those they know they can trust. Like Jay, the Jack of Clubs. ~~~~Chapter 1~~~~ Jay stretched, got out of bed, and started looking through their closet for something to wear. They debated between the gangster-movie suit and the murder-mystery dress for a moment, and went with the dress. They made sure it was one they could change out of quickly, though. Jay still remembered the time a guard threw up on them. The Hearts overindulge way too easy. At least he tipped them before ordering another drink. Jay looked back at the bed, smiling at the way Alex’s hair formed a sort of abstract flower. Jay kissed her, and went to turn on the ‘Open’ sign in the window.