So I'm working with my dad for maybe the NXT week or two fixing a house and today I helped him with a plumbing job and oh my fuck I hate it! Not the work part I'm happy to be making my own money I hate being called my birth name and the damn female pronouns. In a normal day I'm called a girl about twenty times a day, giver or take, today it was seventy! Fucking seventy times more or more. Not to mention that birth name. I'm kinda lucky because it's a gender neutral name but I have do much hatred for it that it burns Everytime it escapes someone's lips.
Rant over
I'm going to buy a name video game after all of this.
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My FtM story
Non-FictionJust a story about my transition so if you're trans come relate.
