So, this weekend, I went home for maybe the last time, and got all my stuff from the parents. I might not go back there. I hope I don’t have to. But I’ll miss the stars and the cats.
But on the other hand, I moved and set up my own place. I put a giant trans pride flag on the wall and everything. Its surreal actually being able to be open and out.
And then I went back to college and the closet. And my girlfriend told me about how she was crushing on a trans guy and felt bad ‘cause she’s a lesbian, and didn’t want to misgender him by her crush. Sigh.


















