something = somethin'
exceptions 'sing' 'bring' and most words that end in ING before adding ING
using 'AND'? do you really need the a AND d?
singing and dancing = singin'n dancin'
sick and tired = sick'n tired
this and that = this'n that
note, 'an' can be used in place of the lone N but it will be read with a sharper sound. sick'AN tired (E is an acceptable replacement for A)
how to us 'OF'
sick and tired OF that= sick'n tired'a that
sick and tired OF THEM = sick'n tired of'em
saying them? drop the 'th' if it's coming after a consonent (same rule applied to 'him' and 'her')
I tried them = I tried'em
you had them = you had'em
stabbed them = stabbed'em
action + them = action'em usually
addressing the group
you all = ya'll
guys
hey
this all seems pretty fucked up, but simple. lets make it worse.
the dropped 'H'
assholes = ass'oles
come here = come'ere
hey = 'ey or ay
think similar to the french H drop
the double L OW
Yellow = yellah or yella
fellow = fella
exceptions to this rule 'Allow' its more Ow and less Oh so a replacement or drop doesn't work here
Other things that we say funny
what's that = what's'at
who are you = who'er you
what did/do you say = wha'd'ya say (y=j j=y j=j y=y)
how did/do you do that = how'd'ya do that
want to = wanna
going to = gonna
have to = hav'ta
I'm about to [do something] =Imma'bou'ta
going to be = gon'be
no =nah or nahw
??? = ain't?????
only real rule is if you can shorten a word and still have it make sense then do it. i'm from NC so this list is a huge, half baked, mess just like our accents
basically just keyboard smash a few times and you've got it
So~ this is a piece of poop i started writing like 3 years ago and never got any farther than this.
i guess i just kind of gave up...(but i'm also one of those dumb writers that need constant feedback and reassurance.)
anyhow i hope whomever enjoys the 1.5k words of crap
My name is Jensen Aubrey Hall; I’m seventeen and in my final year of High School. My hair and eyes are brown; my skin is tan and I have a slender build. I have a set of older, twin, sisters and one younger sister; all of us with similar physical attributes. Out of four children, I am the only one with a Y chromosome, and I’m gender fluid. Some days I feel like a man, other days a woman, but my body is fine the way it is. Despite being this way I haven’t felt any dysphoria or discontent with being biologically male. Honestly, the idea of being physically female feels more weird than desirable to me.
Here I am though, sitting in a circle awaiting a group of people ranging from ages 13 to 18 that share only one thing in common: none of us can comprehend the idea of gender boundaries. It’s a support group that my mother found online for teens who “want to end their sinful ways and get back on the right path by teaching them to deal with their feelings of gender related anxiety instead of acting on it”. It’s all a large black and white view; mom still views the world as straight and gay, boy and girl. To her there is no Transgender or Transsexual, there is no between genders and there’s no anything that’s more complicated than chromosomal gender.
It’s weird, because I always assumed that out of either of my parents my mother would be the most accepting and my father would be the one to explode; but when I came out to them it was the opposite. Dad went to the garage quietly while mom screamed for me to go to my room and stay there until she figured out what to do. The next day I was informed that I would be attending a group for confused teens in an attempt to take me off my ‘unnatural path’; that was 4 days ago.
I gazed around the small group; most of chairs were still empty, neatly pushed into a tight circle that would eventually be spread out as people began to distance themselves from each other. Only three other chairs were occupied; two girls and a boy. One of the ‘girls’ caught my eye in particular. Her hair was short and cherry red, and she wore a green sundress. She was androgynous for the most part so I couldn’t accurately decipher what gender she was physically or identified with; but her posture and the scowl on her lips did make it clear she didn’t want to be present. That probably meant she was being forced to come, like I was, and her mother or father was sure to have put her in the dress just as my mother had taken away anything she found remotely feminine.
As the time got nearer to five more people began to sweep into the room. Most of them appeared normal by social standards, but there were a few with multicolored hair and body modifications I’d only seen on television. Many of them slouched as they scooted by, wrung their hands together or bounced their legs as they waited; and by the time the group was being called to session it became clear to me that none of us wanted to be here. Everyone held a look of displeasure and annoyance; many of the older attendees were white knuckled and red-faced with their brows drawn together, sitting in a way that placed the younger members in back of the arranged seating as if to protect them; and, when the group leader walked in, I understood why.
“Hello,” she said in a sweet voice—not dissimilar to a southern lilt—and situated herself in a chair. “For those of you who don’t know, I am Katherine Caple. I will be leading your group.” Her smile was just as deceptively pleasant. “As I’m sure you’ve noticed we have a few new members! So how about we go around the room and introduce ourselves, hmm?”
There was a collective noise of displeasure and aggravation. No one seemed willing to step up and go first. I suppose it was because of the nature of the woman. Personally, I think a honey badger would have been a more appealing group leader; that is to say, this was the kind of woman that pressured girls to play with toys that involved tea parties, and flowers, and dresses; or made little boys to feel like they had to play in the mud and weren’t allowed to play with dolls or they’d get cooties. The woman, though this was the first time I’d even seen her, appeared religiously devout but felt as if she were damning us all to hell.
Ms. Caple pursed her lips, drawing attention to the wrinkles forming around her mouth in her middle age. “Alright, how about we start with our two new members? Mikalah, you first- Stand up and tell us about yourself.”
The dark skinned girl stood with a deliberate slowness and allowed a smirk to stretch across her face. “My mom calls me Mikalah, but my name Michael Smith.” She stuffed her hands in her jean pockets. “I’m 18 and I identify as male…The only reason I’m here is because ma’ wants me to be sure this is what I want. She doesn’t agree with it, but she ain’t tryin to stop me either.”
God, I was envious. My mother was going out of her way to make sure I knew I would never be accepted by sending me to this group but this girl…this man was being given the choice, even if his family didn’t agree with it. The older members of the group clapped politely, many with smug looks on their faces as they watched Ms. Caples’ face redden.
“Don’t worry dear.” The woman said calmly. “By the time you leave this group you will have seen the error of your ways and been forgiven by God.”
Michael scoffed and sat back down. “Why do I need his forgiveness when he made me this way?”
“Alright, Jensen,” Ms. Caple said, openly ignoring the comment. “What about you, why are you here?”
My face suddenly felt hot as all eyes turned to me. I should have expected this. “I…I’m Jensen Hall…” I tucked my hands under my legs to keep from fidgeting. “I told my parents I sometimes felt more comfortable when I dressed as and was referred to as a girl and my mother decided I needed to come here to become normal."
“Good woman.” The older lady commented. “Don’t worry darling, you’ll be back to normal in no time.”
I stared down at my legs. Back to normal? I wasn’t abnormal to begin with; I was just as much an individual as anyone. The words struck home; my chest tightened with a mild pain and my eyes began to water. Why was this even a problem? No matter how I tried, I couldn’t understand the issue. “I don’t understand,” I said.
Ms. Caples’ lips curled upwards that sweetly poisonous, Cheshire cat, grin. “You will soon.”
The rest of the group continued introducing themselves in a manner similar to what Michael had done. It was a relief that I wasn’t the only one there unwillingly; but by that same token, it was disgusting that so many teens had been forced to come. In fact, Michael was the only one who did come without argument, and even that was by request. Finally the girl who caught my eye before the session had started stood.
“Kodie Reynolds.18. Non-gendered. Boy or girl, it doesn’t matter. But for the sake of this meeting you can use female pronouns.” She said, throwing a look around at anyone who dared look like they wanted to say something.
“Well, at least your name is correct this week Cody.” Ms. Caple soothed. “It’s a step in the right direction, but remember darling, you’re a boy.”
The girl scrunched her nose and crossed her arms. “I’m not. If I were, according to you, I wouldn’t be wearing this dress would I?”
Laughter filled the room. Ms. Caple shook her head in frustration and clapped her hands loudly in an attempt to rein in the others attention. “Children, children please quiet down. Now,” she began, “Cody, why don’t you tell us about this dress. Why did you decide to wear it today? You’ve never worn a dress to meetings before. Please explain.”
Kodie stood a little straighter. “To make a point maybe. Or, more likely, because my birthday was two days ago. I’m eighteen, I’ve graduated high school, and I have a job. If my parents don’t like what I’m doing they can kick me out. I’ll struggle for a while, but I’ll adjust and I’ll be successful in my life without their help.”
Ms. Caple seemed to sit a little straighter in her chair. “You would really betray your own parents like that?”
She frowned then slowly began to sneer. “My parents betrayed me by sending me here, why shouldn’t I return the favor?”
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