Michael Dunston

Transgender Male Borderline Asexual 22 Years old

[missgracebella]

"Oh, I’m sorry to hear that." she said, feeling her heart tighten slightly. He reminded her a lot of herself when she first came to the city; sweet, welcoming and big eyes filled with hope. Except, she could of left for the first few years, and this guy was instantly stuck. "Things are pretty bad here, but it’s just slightly worse than any other city. You learn what you should and should’t do and how to get by, so it’s not truly awful. You kind of just adapt, you know?"

[michael-dunston-blog]

He paused as they came to the main street, now bathed in the halo of a street light he looked the woman over. He listened closely as she spoke. He knew he was thrown into the deep side here and so any advice he could get he would take. It would seem surviving this city was going to be harder than he thought. "Hopefully I adapt before I..." He swallowed, unable to say it.

[hannaahastings-deactivated20150]

It’s clear that he was uncomfortable at the moment so Hannah made sure to keep the smile on her face. She was used to meeting new people all the time as it was part of his job at the orphanage. She’s introduced to new children quite often and she knew the only way they could trust her was to keep a smile on her face and keep a positive attitude or else they’ll quickly think that you can’t be bothered by them. “Oh really? Well, I officially welcome you into town.” She smiled, “So why King’s City, if you don’t mind me asking?”

[michael-dunston-blog]

The smile on the woman's face was comforting and it didn't take long for him to calm down, taking a lovely deep breath. A smile slipped onto his own lips, the feeling akin to a breath of fresh air as he looked up, looking her in the eyes. "Th... thank you. You're the first to... welcome me. Oh uh..." He hesitated a minute and ten just spoke. "Well I didn't specifically choose King's City. I am... what you could call a nomad. Or at least I used to be until I found out that no one leaves this town..."

[skyle-is-the-limit]

[ Bunk with me ] || Sky & Michael

[skyle-is-the-limit]

"You got kicked out two years ago? Damn I wish I knew back then maybe you would have been able to keep me sane for the time I was living on the street or in a van with people I considered my friends."

They laughed a bit, like it wasn’t really any problem to them… Not really going into any real detail about anything else the subjects around the reasons why they was homeless wasn’t really something they’d like to talk about.

"Something specific…? Hmmm you mean like you asked me? Well then if you want me to blunt, how about this one then, are you gay, bi or something that isn’t hetro?

[michael-dunston-blog]

He pursed his lips, wiggling them a bit at Skyle's reaction and laughed darkly, nodding. Honestly if he had met someone like minded two years ago life might have gone different, but he made a point of not regretting the things that had happened already. 

He could also sense a slight hesitation as Skyle didn't go into much detail about themself being homeless two years ago and Michael was the last person on earth to go and push about touchy subjects.

And then the topic switched and Michael tilted his head, looking at the other with a hint of curiosity yet strangely his nervousness had gone.

"Well yes, I am asexual. And well... kind of..." Here his voice lowered to a point where it was barely audible. "I am... tr... transgender."

[michael-dunston-blog]

Caught red handed || Dante

[anexiledbeast]

   Exactly what he needed to deal with, delinquents that needed a good slap or two. Most of them scattered, they wouldn’t get far the block had police stationed all over. This was their best chance at catching enough of them with drugs and some underage drinking. “You..” He walked in, boot tapping at the males knee. “Get up, if you even can.” Kneeling a flash light was in his hand, bright as it aimed for the males eyes to further examine them.

[michael-dunston-blog]

Michael groaned, trying to make sense of what was happening around him and then just gave up, leaning back against the wall behind him, a stupid grin on his face. Blue lights became more obvious yet he couldn't find it in himself to care. A man suddenly appeared before him dressed in police attire. He glanced up at him, a smile slipping onto his lips. He growled as the flashligh blinded his eyes, closing them and looking away as another groan resounded. He finally got up, swinging a little and stumbling. "Wh... what's going on, dude?"

[michael-dunston-blog]

Contemplating... || Devin

[northcommadevin]

Devin’s work day had only just begun. It was the time of night where he was making his rounds around the club picking up any and every number he could get his hands on. Looking over to the bouncer, he noticed a head of blonde hair and smirked. Putting his hands in the pockets of his sweats, he walked over. His hand placed itself on the bouncer’s shoulder. “He’s got an invitation.” Devin smiled at Michael and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, dragging him into the club. “I’ve gotta make sure everyone has a great view of me so find a good seat.”

[michael-dunston-blog]

Michael paused, immediately intimidated by the big man who loomed over him, the smell of dominance seeming to reek from his overly built body and Michael shrunk back. He was about to turn, maybe even run until he heard the familiar lilt of Devin's voice. Without warning he was suddenly roped into the club, Devin's arm around his shoulder and he attempted to flash the man a meek smile. "Uhm... hi and okay sure." He scanned the crowd and found a seat, shrinking into a little ball as he waited.

[michael-dunston-blog]

[skyle-is-the-limit]

[ Bunk with me ] || Sky & Michael

[skyle-is-the-limit]

Sky was gesturing in the air as they talked and didn’t really notice what Michael was doing but when they looked over at him, they saw his face seemed all daunted and he seemed sort of absent minded, like he was paying attention but he wasn’t really all there… Maybe something was on his mind?

"I know you just said you don’t want to talk about it, so we can skip the whole past and just come over to more recent times, say… 2 years-ish ago? That’s recent enough right? Or would you like to take it a little closer to now, little further away?"

[michael-dunston-blog]

"T... two years ago? Okay... yeah I can do that. The last two years I've been mostly travelling, city to city. I uh... I was kicked out of home so... yeah. Uhm... if you wanna know something specific you're going to have to ask. I owe you at least one for having asked you that question earlier."

Michael braced for it, quite sure he knew what they were going to ask him...

[skyle-is-the-limit]

[ Bunk with me ] || Sky & Michael

[skyle-is-the-limit]

Sky nodded as if they understood what Michael meant and they could apply some of it in their life but other than that, they didn’t really have an idea of what Michael was going through or what happened to him before he came here, but in all honesty, they did want to understand, for some reason they wanted to know all they can about this guy, he seemed so shy and Sky wanted to at least make him fall out of that box once.

"I know right, why would their opinion count when it’s MY body and not theirs. Love yourself right?”

When Michael paused Sky wanted to stop him and just say that he didn’t have to talk more about it if he didn’t want to, but it seemed like he  couldn’t stop himself and Sky appreciated that Michael trusted them so much, it’s rare that they find someone like that.

"Preacher? That had to be the hardest childhood ever, always having to 'set the example' even though you just wanted to be a kid.”

[michael-dunston-blog]

Michael just nodded, a little shyly, when Sky spoke about just loving yourself. It was an odd concept but he nodded and he understood and he longed for that to be a possibility. It felt like something he could never feel, not truly. It was brilliant hearing people refer to him and he/him every day, being called by his real name, Michael, but that all felt like this little fairytale dream that would all come crashing down.

"It... was... but yeah... I prefer not talking about it. No use dwelling in the past right? But you... you seem to understand. I really appreciate that Sky."

[skyle-is-the-limit]

[ Bunk with me ] || Sky & Michael

[skyle-is-the-limit]

Sky watched Michael shift and started to wonder if this conversation didn’t take a shot in the wrong direction, they really didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable, while they were trying to get them to feel safe and comfortable in their home. Sky completely forgot that they had a sandwich, the answer coming from Michael only making them a lot more excited.

"You are? That’s so wonderful, do you know how many unintelligent people I’ve come across in the past few years… and how many of them just completely ignore my wishes as a non-binary human being, they just simply think they are correct and that I’m wrong in every sense."

Sky continued to babble on and just sighed softly.

"And don’t even get me started on those religious horrors on two legs. A lot of people think I’m a female, since I have feminine features, my hair is long and I keep facial hair from polluting my flawless skin. Others are just confused and try to search my body for an answer."

Sky laughed and gestured to the air with a hand.

"Can you imagine that, them staring at your chest or your crotch to try and figure out what you are… What if you were packing in both places? What would they think then?"

[michael-dunston-blog]

Michael's eyes went wider and wider as Sky spoke but then suddenly... it was as if something clicked and he chuckled and shook his head. Unintelligent people... Michael was intimately aware of these types of people. He'd only recently managed to pass successfully and before... people were so uninformed and rude. he didn't want to tell anything about his own situation at home, but the more he thought about it he wondered... why not? Why not tell Sky? They obviously seemed to understand.

"I know.. people are naturally judgmental, they refuse to understand. They seem to think they are allowed an opinion about YOUR life when it has fuckall to do with them."

He paused for a moment.

"I know the religious types well. Too well. My father was a preacher."

Michael again absently started to fidget with his hands and then bit his lip, stopping the words from tumbling out of his mouth.

[michael-dunston-blog]

Contemplating... || Devin

Michael lingered for a moment, standing in the streets, gazing up at the sign that read 'The Grind.' He couldn't believe he was going through with this, but his curiosity wouldn't allow anything less. It was dark out and a line of girls wound its way out of the building. He stood there, head tilted, contemplating and then finally made up his mind. Once he got to the very big looking bouncer the man pressed a hand into his chest, pushing him back. "Guys enter on invitation only. Scram, kid."

[northcommadevin]

"First, time spent around or with me is always worth someone’s while. Second, I work nearly every day we’re open at all times. Except the morning."

[michael-dunston-blog]

"We'll have to see won't we...? He finished the glass of water he still had left and stood up. "Well it was really nice meeting you, Devin. See you around, yeah?"

[northcommadevin]

"What’s the question again?"

[michael-dunston-blog]

"When is your shift, silly? And if I do make an effort to be there when you dance, will it be worth my while?"

[northcommadevin]

"Was that sarcasm I heard there, Mikey?"

[michael-dunston-blog]

"It depends... either way you didn't answer my question."

[michael-dunston-blog]

Caught red handed || Dante

Stoned. Tipsy. Wasted. Plastered. Michael was all of the above. He couldn't remember where he was anymore, and that was sort of the point of all this. Sweet nothing crawled through his mind. Eyes were bloodshot. The world rushed by. His skin felt warm and wonderful. Perfect euphoria fluttered through his brain. So much so that it did not bother him when the flashing blue lights broke up the party and people were sent scattering. He sat crossed legged on the floor without a care.

[xavierkavanagh-blog-blog]

job interview || michael + xavier

[xavierkavanagh-blog-blog]

Xavier jotted something down on the pad of paper in front of him. Michael Dunston, 22. All the information he knew about the applicant. When he heard the chair scrape, he glanced up and moved automatically to shake the offered hand. It was practically a reflex, these days. Honestly it threw him when he recognised the boy in front of him. ”Oh,” he said, “we’ve met.” The boy he had briefly conversed with the other day, skittish and nervous, reminded Xavier obscurely of a mouse, or guinea pig, or some other rodent. All twitchy whiskers and tails disappearing behind corners. “What a coincidence.

"So, I take it you have a resume for me, Mr Dunston?" he said, and it was not a question, the way he worded it. Expectant, more than anything. He waited for a piece of paper to be handed to him that he could peruse at leisure, whilst Michael waited. He could feel the boy’s nervousness, and it made him smirk. Not that he necessarily enjoyed seeing people in distress, but he liked that he could magnify it. Every now and again, he needed things like this. Just to remind him he could affect people. Badly. 

As he waited for the boy to do what he needed to - root in his bag or make up some painful excuse as to why he failed to bring one - Xavier spun his chair ever so slightly to the right and got up, going to take something off one of his shelves. The calender, though it was not heavy, was oppressively busy. He set it on the desk in front of him, taking a moment to ensure that it was lined up well with the rest of the things on his desk. He’d had care for his surroundings forced into him as a child, and so could not abide mess. More than once, it had been suggested by his brothers that he was a martyr to OCD, but he laughed it off, angrily, each time. 

[michael-dunston-blog]

This was just his rotten luck. Recognition spread like icy cold through his body as he gripped the man's hand and then the man himself also looked up and it was as if time stood still in that moment. And then... in the most nonchalant manner possible, the man just mentioned that they had met before whereas Michael wanted to bury his head in the ground somewhere. He swallowed thickly and nodded, trying desperately to regain his composure to some sort of acceptable measure. Despite the suit he now wore, he knew in that moment that all he was to the man before him now was just another street kid. In fact he was waiting for those words. Something like: 'I've seen all I needed to see, you may leave now.'

Once again his next words caught him off guard and he let go of the man's hand, looking through his bag for the paper the man had requested, somehow managing to look over it a few times. It was impossible not to pick up on the raw authority the man before him had. It was something Michael both envied and feared. he finally found the paper and pulled it from the bag, wrinkling it on the way out ha gave a small step closer to that oh-so-big and perfectly manicured desk. 

He glanced at his resume, and fought the urge to nibble his lip. It was not spectacular, to be honest, but Michael was exceedingly brilliant once one got passed the first layer of his nervousness. He could multitask brilliantly and he was excellent at solving problems. Obviously these things could not be stated bluntly on the resume, but a few of his previous jobs were listed and some recommendations. His counselor had also said that it might not be a bad idea to mention his gender identity in the resume, but Michael never got around to doing it, mostly because he didn't want to. He now spoke up with a slightly more calm voice. "Here it is, Sir."

[northcommadevin]

"I swear I won’t judge you if you do."

[michael-dunston-blog]

"Well thank god for the no judgement part." A hint of sarcasm played in his tone of voice.

[skyle-is-the-limit]

[ Bunk with me ] || Sky & Michael

[skyle-is-the-limit]

"You know non-binary? Really?" Skyle frowned a little bit, everyone they have met seem to have a questioning look on their faces like Sky just said something completely alien.

"You’re a part of the LGBTIQNA community? Excuse me for being straight forward but that’s my only guess as to why someone would know about the word non-binary, unless you’ve met someone else in the community and wanted to do some research, sorry for the assumptions but I just get all excited when I met others like me… Well sorta like me, but you know what I mean."

They laughed softly the pure excitement of meeting another possibly part of the community was simply amazing.

[michael-dunston-blog]

Michael shifted a little, staring down at his foot as he ate more of the sandwich, wondering if he had offended Sky or not. Skyle seemed surprised that he knew and he cringed for a small moment, wondering if he had given too much away... maybe he should have played dumb. 

As expected Sky got straight to the point, asking if Michael was a part of the community and he raised a brow, eyes going slightly wide and he nodded shyly, swallowing. Sky's excitement was contagious and before he knew it he was nodding shyly, nibbling on a lip.

"I... am... part... of the community."