I like to say that I'm hopeful for my grandparents. That I hope they come around, even thought now they say that they will never accept me.
I mean, just over a year ago, my brother literally told me "I wouldnt love you if you were gay" like he legit told me that he would hate me if I was gay.
He went from "I will hate you if you're ever gay" to "yo if you're gay or anything like that, then that would be chill I'm ok with that it ain't a big deal"
And also about the same time last year he told me how "transgenders are gross!! Why would a man wanna be a woman?? Transgender and gay is the same thing" but when I came out to him this is what his response was
Then I asked him this one day
And even though I know that he cant really call me my correct name and pronouns because of our dad and grandparents, he hasn't called me a girl in any form since I came out to him. (Maybe a few slips)
Which is pretty cool.The other day I was video chatting with him and he was like joking "yo do u like my beard" (he has like a little noticable hair growing in on his chin and upper lip) and I was like "Haha sure" and he just said "do u want a beard" "eh probably not ig" "you can just shave" "well I've tried and so far nothings happened" and like we just randomly had a conversation about shaving? Idk I thought it was kinda cool.
So I hope that if my homophobic/transphobic brother made this complete turnaround into someone who supports me, then my grandparents will too.
And even if they dont, then I guess I have my bro, my sister, and anyone else who supports me. Although it would suck hella bad if my own grandparents didnt support their own grandson for just wanting to be happy
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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!