I am literally in murderous rampage mode.
So while I was just eating my dinner, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that she was reading an article about a trans student in Illinois and idrk what else it was about but.
So while I'm finishing up, this happens:
Her: Do you guys talk about transgenders at school?
Me: No (feeling a sinking pit in my stomach)
Her: I don't get it. I just don't get it. It's like saying you feel black. It's like saying, 'I feel black, the way I talk is black, the way I think is black, so I am black'. It doesn't make sense.
Me: *internally* oh my fucking god what the fuck she did not just- oh no Grey, she did and I am fucking pissed and scared out of my shit to come out to them, gender does not equal skin color???? What the fuck mother you bigot??
Me: *actually, because suspicion would arise if I were to support trans people* I don't know mom, I don't get it either.
I AM SO FUCKING PISSED/SCARED AND SO I AM Hiding in my bathroom until my parents leave to go dancing because I am scared and I also don't want them to see me crying or otherwise doing this?
I'm very upset.
Grey out.
YOU ARE READING
The Diary of a Struggling Genderfluid: 2
De TodoIt's here for me to rant and you to learn again. A continuation of my previous journal, which just had too many chapters.