I think I might actually hate her. And maybe I’m okay with no contact. Thinking about how crappy she treated me and the way she swore at me when we broke up…and how she doesn’t even respond when I apologize. I seriously think I was just her person to wag around…the person she was with for the sake of a relationship. It’s quite possible she didn’t actually care about me for the majority of the relationship. I think I might actually hate her.
This picture is like five months old but fits with the blog. :)
L-O-V-E this old picture of me! :)
Went clubbing last night…got back late…barely slept…room is not clean and my parents and best friend will be here in like an hour.
listening to your favorite song as it gets closer to the chorus
This is literally just me when I get excited about ANYTHING!
“Oh, I’m…well…Have you heard of transgender?”
The woman stared for a while before responding. “Yes?”
“Well I am that. Female-to-male. So I have a…vagina?”
She bit her lip, thinking. “So are you female or male?”
“Well, I…have a…vagina.” Awkward pause. “I was born female.”
“So you’re a female.” She rolled her eyes, ripping up the sheet and grabbing a new, pink one, with a drawing of ovaries and fallopian tubes. “From now on, save us time and put that on the sheet, otherwise we have to start all over. It said you were male.”
“I put that I was FTM. That stands for female-to-male.”
“Well, they crossed that out and checked male for you because of how you look.”
“In that case, you’ll need to get undressed.
Show Trans, Part 1, by Elliott DeLine.
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