This morning my mom asked me if Son is trans.
I said yes, but... Why?? Should it matter???
I can't say much about it, cause I'm a bit nosy too, but...
I just hope it won't go downhill and my mom will still use his correct pronouns.
I'm at church now. Again. Against my will.
I've got Silver with me though. And friends in other wards. I just don't enjoy the rare, but repetitive hammering the idea that homosexuality is a sin, and "God doesn't make mistakes as big as putting the wrong soul in the wrong body."
I tried to quit, but my mom cried and said that church was the place we were really a family to her, and don't be like your father, you're making me feel like a vase dropped off the Eiffel Tower. Dust.
I know it hurts her, but I have to be brave enough to let her know that I go first, that me being panromantic doesn't mean I'm going to choose the male(and straight) side of things because I can and she wants me to. I'm going to be me, I'm going to do what's healthy for me, I'm going to love who I love.
Don't even get me started on coming out with my gender identity.
I haven't even tried with my mom yet.
And I told my dad, and he says he supports me, but then he does stuff that I've already said no to.
Like talking about me having his grankids.
When I came out to him about my sexuality, he asked if I would still be using donated sperm or bone marrow to still have kids.
I had decided that I myself didn't want to go through the whole pregnancy and labor thing, and told him that even if I were to marry a man, I would still adopt.
I could, still can, hear the pain in his voice that I wouldn't have biological kids.
I don't understand why though, he still has my brother, and who gives a fuck if it's biological or not.
And he seems to have ignored that now, bringing it up now and then.
As for my gender, I told him cause he always refers to me as his little "princess," my "baby girl," stuff like that.
He's still calling me that.
I think my brother(surprisingly) and my friends are the only ones who really accept me.
Okay, it is currently 10:39 pm and I have done nothing productive on my day except clean the basement.
I love my life.
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