Even with me pleading for teachers to call me the right pronouns, they didn't.
Well all but one.
Mr. Russo.
He was the theatre teacher.
The first thing I heard him say was "I probably won't get to know your first names, because as a sign of respect- like I hope you do to me- is to use Mr. so I do the same for my students. If you would, when you introduce yourselves, use your preferred pronouns and tell the class your name and something you did over the summer."
It felt like something clichè from those teen drama movies, but it was real.. How could it be?
I had started to hate myself over every little thing about myself. My body, my voice, my hair, everything... my dysphoria was getting worse and worse everyday... but he...He wasn't that way. The way everyone else treated me. He was like everyone else.
I think from that moment, I knew I would get
along with this teacher.
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FanfictionThis isn't your traditional Kevedd, BXB- no, no, no it's a much more complex love story than that. I have to capture your attention someway, don't I? WARNING: If you are transphobic or homophobic, I ask that you don't read this story. (Still trying...
