It's Been A Long Time Coming

As I said in my last post, I am a trans guy. In short terms, it means that I was born in a female body, but with a male brain. In longer terms, I will link some sources below.

I figured out I was transgender about two years ago in the seventh grade. But I always knew i was different. When I was a toddler, I started ballet. I loved it. But I never wanted to be a girl doing ballet. I wanted to be a boy. I eventually quit ballet when I was thirteen. My parents wanted to know why, but I was too scared to tell them that I hated the say the tutus made me feel like I had to be a girl, and I could never be a boy.

I played with my brother a lot. I loved trains, legos, and playmobil, but those aren't the things that made me trans. Because I wasn't a tomboy. I was just a boy.

When I turned 8, people started judging me for who I was and what I liked to do. I continually felt like I wasn't "girl" enough for them, but not "boy" enough for me either. So I started acting extra girly. If I was girly enough for my peers, maybe I could be a girl. Of course, that wasn't the case.

I remember when I was in second or third grade, I told my friend that I was a boy. Just everyone thought I was a girl. I had never even heard of transgender, and I was already telling my friends that that was what I was. My friend brushed it off and said "okay". But later her mom talked to my mom about it and she accused me of lying. She said that I was a girl, and a girl only.

That's the thing about being transgender. People don't ever believe you until you're on hormones or getting surgery. I can't ever be myself until I'm eight-teen. Why? Why are we the only ones that aren't allowed to even talk about who we are inside?

https://meditationsources.com/the-science-of-being-transgender-ft-gigi-gorgeous/

Introductions

The possibility of someone actually reading this is very slim. I know that. But in the case that someone does read this, you should know who I am.

My name is Gavin. I am a fourteen year old trans guy. And probably the lamest person you will ever meet. I'm American, I play trumpet, piano, and guitar. I have a couple of friends, and an overall pretty boring life.

I guess I'm using this a a diary of some sort. I read a book once about a genderfluid kid who used a blog as their way to rant. I am doing that too. You may be wondering, why not use a diary? Well, I know for me I want this kind of blog to be available is someone ever needs it. I know that there is a less than one percent chance of that happening, but...

I am going to use this to talk about my Dysphoria and such. This is probably the most boring post I'll make on here, but everyone needs an introduction.

That is all. Told you I'm lame.