My grandpa asked me if I was going to wear a hoodie today and I said "yes"
He was like "I dont know how you can do that in this heat, but whatever you want to do"
If only he knew the power of trans masc people. When we're dysphoric, heat is just a word. If its 90 degrees outside and I'm dysphoric, idgaf ill wear my binder and a hoodie and not care if I sweat to death. As long as my chest appears flat, that's what matters to me.
Hoodies are magical devices.
YOU ARE READING
My Trans Story
Non-FictionEDIT: Since completing this book, I've changed my name to Evan *** This book will be filled with my experiences in coming out, transitioning, random stories, and rants. I hope you enjoy!
