Post by lildisaster on Nov 17, 2018 5:03:28 GMT 8
A little about me...hate these things!
I picked my user name for reasons...i am a little in the the ddlg/b community (ask if you don't know those terms. I'm an open book) and it is not that i am a disaster, but that my life often is. I make the half-joke that Murphy's Law lives in my back pocket.
I have always known that i was more of a boi than a girl but really neither fit. My mother (may she rest in piece) i think knew it in her own way too. Her whole pregnancy with me they told her she was having a boy. Then i popped out! (Cis-female) but she didn't go out and buy pinks. Nope i was blessed with neutral colours. I have an uncle three years older than i, and growing up our names were one word because if you found one the other was sure to be close by. Nobody ever emphasized the differences between boys and girls to me till puberty. I worn mostly boys clothes but had a few dresses (yes, i still climbed trees in).
When puberty attacked me it was all at once and way earlier than all the other kids. (Murphy!) And then came the bras, feminine hygiene products, and boys/men noticing me.
Fast forward five years: I remember telling one of my boyfriends, when i was maybe 14, that if i could i would take a knife to my breasts. I hated being a girl! But it wasn't really my breasts that caused my dysphoria. They were just what the world used to identify my gender. It was my "indoor plumbing" that was and is my shame.
After long struggles i finally found the man of my dreams! And he was born with a vigina too. My husband is trans ftm. He gave me the space and courage to be me, whatever that looked like.
Last year i came out androgyne & non-binary to my son (16yr) and his responce was priceless! "Ok, well you always have been kinda my mom AND dad." And that was the end of that.
I am many times blessed with family that accepts me as me nothing more nothing less.
Me & my gender in a nutshell
~Lil Disaster
I picked my user name for reasons...i am a little in the the ddlg/b community (ask if you don't know those terms. I'm an open book) and it is not that i am a disaster, but that my life often is. I make the half-joke that Murphy's Law lives in my back pocket.
I have always known that i was more of a boi than a girl but really neither fit. My mother (may she rest in piece) i think knew it in her own way too. Her whole pregnancy with me they told her she was having a boy. Then i popped out! (Cis-female) but she didn't go out and buy pinks. Nope i was blessed with neutral colours. I have an uncle three years older than i, and growing up our names were one word because if you found one the other was sure to be close by. Nobody ever emphasized the differences between boys and girls to me till puberty. I worn mostly boys clothes but had a few dresses (yes, i still climbed trees in).
When puberty attacked me it was all at once and way earlier than all the other kids. (Murphy!) And then came the bras, feminine hygiene products, and boys/men noticing me.
Fast forward five years: I remember telling one of my boyfriends, when i was maybe 14, that if i could i would take a knife to my breasts. I hated being a girl! But it wasn't really my breasts that caused my dysphoria. They were just what the world used to identify my gender. It was my "indoor plumbing" that was and is my shame.
After long struggles i finally found the man of my dreams! And he was born with a vigina too. My husband is trans ftm. He gave me the space and courage to be me, whatever that looked like.
Last year i came out androgyne & non-binary to my son (16yr) and his responce was priceless! "Ok, well you always have been kinda my mom AND dad." And that was the end of that.
I am many times blessed with family that accepts me as me nothing more nothing less.
Me & my gender in a nutshell
~Lil Disaster
