do you guys ever stop to think about how different your life would be if you had never met someone?
I used to be majorly transphobic.
then, one day on the bus, i got stung by a yellowjacket
i was a little bitchboy, so i freaked out.
No one really cared, except for one person in the seat next to me. Helped me out, gave me some advice, then i never really saw them again, not until my sophomore year, when we were both in band, and we recognized each other. we became friends quickly, and soon i found out that they weren’t a girl as I had thought, but something else. an in-between. this was earth shattering. you were one or the other, not both! But, they were so kind, and hadn’t led me astray before, so maybe things could be different? Maybe people didn’t have to be what they were born as. maybe i don’t have to be either.
fast forward to the end of the year, and we do a little gag of switching clothing styles.
they dress in a hoodie and sweats, and i dress in a pair of baggy pants, a studded belt, a graphic tee, over a long-sleeve. you know
and i realized that maybe i felt a bit more like myself.
Now, we’re still friends,
and he’ll probably see this, and I don’t mind
anyways, that is to say, without him, I wouldn’t be the woman I am today.
Happy Pride month, everyone.
