Typed on Wednesday 19th.
One good thing has happened today, which almost levels the
not-so-good thing from yesterday.
Let me explain. I assume everyone would prefer the bad thing
followed by the good, since it seems kinder.
My parents are exhibiting tomorrow at an art thing that mum
put together. Me and my brother are attending the opening to see how it’s all
gone. I asked last night if I’m expected to dress nicely, since I love doing
that anyway, and my mum replied ‘Yes, dress formally. But do dress like my
daughter, yeah? Otherwise people won’t know.’
Well I like think I’m fairly hardened in that comments
usually bounce off me, but that one really hurt. Is she expected low-cut shirts
or a dress or something?
She went on to explain if I dressed like a boy and my
brother dressed like a girl, people would get confused.
Still, that’s no way to make what is clearly a dig at how I
dress and how I prefer male clothing, as well as trying to convince them I’m
Trans*. I shouldn’t even have to convince them, for Christ’s sake. Parents are
supposed to support their kids. If I want to be a boy, I should be entitled or
allowed. And if I change my mind, that’s my own bloody look out. They can warn
me against it, fine, but I think after a few years of knowing, and a lifetime
of always wanting to be the male character, I’m pretty content with knowing
that this is what I want. How I choose to dress and feel.
It’s like when the Dursley’s make Harry act ‘normal’ to hide
who/what he really is.
I just… That was completely uncalled for.
Alright. Good things now.
The James Bond show last week? A friend told me everyone had
assume I was a guy under the Johnny Depp mask. So it’s not all doom and gloom,
I guess.
Also, the bathrooms here are separate doors in the corridor,
with the male on one side and female on the other.
I wonder if I
could ever just stroll into the male cubicle…
No, it isn't a cigarette. My friend got me Candy Sticks, with the Avengers on them.
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