Dear World

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by CadentheCronch

by CadentheCronch

Dear World,

I am many things.

I am trans.

I am gay.

I am a musician.

I am an actor.

I am a Netflix binger.

I am a big sibling.

I am a friend.

I am a mythology fanatic.

I am a musical nerd.

I am an actual nerd.

I geek out.

I care what I look like.

I hang out with my friends.

I play laser tag and go bowling.

I am just like everyone else.

My whole life I've been told that being different was a good thing. Everyone told me to accept my differences and embrace them. If I could love myself then everyone would follow suit. Well, they were wrong. When I first talked about the possibility of being LGBT, people shut me down. People would say, "You're too young to know", "Don't put a label on yourself", "It's just a trend with the kids these days". But I wanted a label. I wanted to know that there were other people like me and that I wasn't broken. Sure, I was young, but I knew that something was different about me. I was never like the other kids at school. They all wore the same things; acted the same way, but that wasn't me. I wanted to wear the other clothes, act the other way, but still be myself. I couldn't. Every Sunday I would be forced into a dress. I would be given a bow for my hair and a ribbon for my dress. My smiles would always be fake in those days. Later I would learn a word to describe what I was feeling; dysphoria.

Over the years I grew more and more attached to the internet. I found people like me and people that I could talk to. I was so happy and for a while it was great. I decided to tell my friends about my gender and sexuality. Since I first came out a lot has changed and my identity has grown and revealed itself. I have a few friends who support me and I love them for it, but that isn't always enough. One day at school I broke down and unexpectedly started sobbing. I told my friends about the dysphoria I was feeling. They didn't really understand, but they did their best. I hadn't come out to my parents, but a month after that incident I convinced my mom to let me cut my hair super short.

My dysphoria still has a major impact on me, but I'm doing my best.

I am demiboy panromantic asexual, and I can finally say that out loud with confidence.

Despite my gender and sexuality, I go about my day the same as every straight cis person. Not only am I queer, I AM HUMAN.

Love,

Caden