So. I wore a dress. What I didn't say was I had friends tell me they would find me a suit but never invited me over to get dressed. And I never saw them all night either, though I know they were there. One of my guy friends who asked me to go with him AS FRIENDS kept trying to touch my arm and such and it was really creepy. He knows I like girls and literally even the girl I was with thought it was creepy that he wouldn't respect my boundaries. However, dysphoria was shockingly low. I managed to dance with my crush the entire night (as in beside in a friendly way.) She's straight and pulling her into my arms during a slow song would be crossing the line. But that's okay too. We found our own corner most of the time (we were sharing it with friends but they left.) Some of the time we were in the hallway avoiding everything and laughing at the stupidest stuff. When it was time to leave she said "Thanks, see you Monday?" and gave me a hug. Gah!
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Diary Of The Drowning
RandomHi I'm Vincent and I guess this is like my diary (there has to be a manly word for diary but this works too...) I'm a trans guy and I'm trapped in the closet for the next 2 years at least, so this is mostly dysphoric ranting. These are my thoughts o...
