Blog number 5? Damn you WordPress.
Like I really needed five distinct blogs to catalog all the nothing I do.
In any case, it’s time for a whole new identity. I’m reinventing myself!
I don’t think I invented my last self, but whatevs.
A part of me is lurking in the back of my head, telling me to make a sperm joke. That part of me is skeeving the rest of me out. Another part of me is calling for me to build a wall between that part of me and the rest of me.
Diplomacy is hard, y’all.
I’ve been struggling lately. There have been a few dreams about gender transition that have really shaken me. I’ve always had the thought. For as long as I can remember. I’m also hyper aware of how much easier my life would have been had I been born a boy. How much more natural it would have felt. How much better I would have fit in. Maybe I wouldn’t have all the mental health struggles that I do. I don’t know.
I don’t really wanna play those games. It only leads to pain.
The truth of the matter is that I have pushed away these thoughts for the 27 years I’ve been on this planet, because of my upbringing. My parents, who are great people, are not great parents. At least not for me. Hyper Conservative Christian Evangelicals.
I can’t pronounce that. It’s like coughing up phlegm at the back of your throat.
I think I’ll tell a little story in a bit.