I’ll assume this means favorite celebrities who happen to be LGBT folks so…
Oscar Wilde - This man has influenced me so much. I swear I owe a lot of my aesthetic to him as well as some of my opinions on art.
George Takei - I was never really a fan of his as an actor but recently he has been one of my absolute favorite people.
Simon Amstell - I love him so dearly and he just happens to be gay, so… :))
The only one I can think of now is my biggest grievance with my trans group thing in that they assume every trans man was a lesbian before transitioning. No mate, I was never a lesbian.
I love them, but I can never ever say I was one of them.
Not at all.
S’what’s cool about the art business. They don’t even really care about if you’ve got a degree or not, you just need to be able to deliver and be good at what you do.
LOL since when are they a community?
In any case, I have nothing against cis people. I do have a thing against cissexist people and you don’t even have to be cis to be cissexist. :P I also hate any generalizations made towards a group so diverse. I will never understand how someone can say things like they instinctively don’t like cis people or don’t trust them until they’ve proven themselves.
I’m a very big believer in being the better person and that being treated unfairly is not any reson to treat others unfairly. Sure, the lot of them can be dicks abotu a lot of things but if we’re dicks to them, that just makes us opressed dicks but dicks none-the-less.
Yes. YES. And uhh, FUCKING YES. LOL Excuse my energy but if anyone knows anything about me, you’d know one of the biggest dreams I have is to be a parent. Like, seriously. I don’t care about what career I eventually end up with, I don’t care if I end up living somewhere I’d rather not be in, but at the end of it all, I want to me the happy dad to a couple of wonderful kids.
It’s odd because I used to say I hated kids but slowly, I started getting the idea of wanting to be a parent and what not and the idea grew and grew until it became one of the sole reasons I’m still hanging around. It is literally a major part of my happy ending.
I am an atheist. I am also an antitheist. My parents seem to have more problems with me being these then they do with my being trans.
I am not ashamed to say I oppose most if not all organized religion and LGBT issues really highlight what’s wrong with them. My being trans and religion do not intersect as far as my family goes, tho.
WHAT TRANS LAWS? HAHAHAHA, HOW FUNNY.
No but seriously, this is one of the main reasons I can unabashedly say I hate my country. I don’t care if being anti-patriotic is a bad thing, but seriously, what the hell has this country done for me besides making me stronger because of all the misery it’s put me through? Why the hell should I celebrate a country that is so ass backwards on everything, denying LGBT people even the most basic rights.
And it’s not even just LGBT folks. Womens rights are terrible here. The religious majority controls everything. People are apathetic, selfish and willfully ignorant.
There are no trans laws in my country if not counting one that says you will never be recognized as anything than the gender you were assigned at birth. Ever. Any heterosexual marriage that occurs outside will become invalid here as homosexual marriage is prohibited.
I cannot wait to get out of this shit hole.
I have a binder from underworks I wear on special occassions or just when I’m dressing fancy. For more casual binding, I have these girdle things my mom originally got bor my fat stomach but if you pull them up, they totes work for binding.
But on a normal day, I don’t bind at all. Just make sure to wear a jacket or something over my shirt.
Dude, I have an entire soundtrack to my trans related feelings. But I guess my theme song (which also happens to be rock or at least alt rock) is I’m Still Here by John Rzeznik. The entire song is basically, but most especially this part:
And you see the things they never see
All you wanted, I could be
Now you know me, and I’m not afraid
And I wanna tell you who I am
Can you help me be a man?
They can’t break me
As long as I know who I am
One day, I will put up my entire weird Trans* soundtrack to my life, but that’ll be another day. :P
So as I was getting ready for bed, I realized I was a poopface and forgot to pack sleeping clothes.
So I wore this shirt which means I’m short one day’s shirt thing. /makes mum buy me a shirt.
Posting here because I feel like an adorkable derp. :Bc
“Hi, I’m Alek and I’m trans”? I mean, honestly, I don’t quite understand this question. I am completely open about my identity, if that’s what you mean.
I honest to shit couldn’t tell you. I’ve been dressing the way I do and acting the way I do for the longest time, and my passing rate has basically only been at first glance. That was, until I started taking T and my voice dropped by just a tiny bit then all of a sudden, BAM! Instant passing even after I open my mouth to speak.
I only use unisex single stall bathrooms in public. At school, I go all the way to the emptiest floor (either the second or third) to use the bathroom, but still always use the female stall if there is a risk of anyone seeing and only use the male when the floor is completely empty.
The reason for this is because as far as the school is concerned, I am a female and there was this story about how someone was expelled for using the ‘wrong bathroom’ and I cannot take the risk at all.
When I start to really really pass, I’m going to speak to my guidance councilor to see what I can do about this, but for now its running up and down the stairs every time I need to take a piss.
In public, I almost NEVER use the bathroom. Part of me uses it to get revenge on my mother who has instilled the fear of even considering using the men’s room into me in fear of someone noticing me. I have UTI and I have told her time and time again, I’d rather suffer through another fit of fevers and pain than go into the girls room.
I’m a very petty person that way.
Psychologically, this blog and my vlog are really helpful. It lets me air this shit out somewhere and not keep it all bottled up inside.
The only thing I can think of physically is to keep myself well-informed and just be careful of everything I do, since I’m already taking the dangerous route as it would happen.
