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This post goes out to my 15 year old transgender friend, Connor who lost his life last year because

This post goes out to my 15 year old transgender friend, Connor who lost his life last year because of bullying from his own parents.

Please reblog this to honor my friend and each transgender person who has lost their life for no other reason than hate.


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I have my first appointment at Charing Cross GIC in a week, I’ve previously been at Tavistock for a couple of years until now. If anyone has any questions about the UK GIC process feel free to shoot me a message. if you want my personal blog I can also hit you up on there!

-Ryan

I just went to a trans picnic. It was so much fun. I also went to Comic-Con this morning, dressed as Grell from Black Butler. She’s my wife, really. And Germany from Hetalia is my husband! 

-Grayson

I admit today; I let my own insecurities get the better of me. I had a hard time getting through the day without something making me aware of just how feminine I can look at times. I don’t know. I just felt very off all day. I didn’t want to admit how off I was either to my girlfriend. It started with how much effort it took to bind me down. Right now, I don’t have a proper binder. I have two compression tank tops and sport bras to hold down a DD chest not to mention I’m overweight. No I could stand to lose 50 lbs. I don’t know where or how to start, but I have to figure out something.

So that didn’t help. I had to put on two sports bras, two compression tanks, and a lose fitting t-shirt and I still felt just like it wasn’t enough. My body feels like a cage right now. I just want it to feel right for a change. It’s getting kind of hard to watch other people in their transition on Youtube because it makes me aware of just how far I have to go. I’m truly happy for them, but I want them. Envy is not a good color on me. I want that. I want that. I want that. I want to be assured and comfortable in my skin. I want to present and live full time as a man. I want to be seen as a man. I want people to recognize me as a man. I want that so much and it feels like I won’t be able to achieve that sometimes. 

Followed by the crippling doubt, it hurts so much. I want a person who pats me on the back and lets me know everything is OK and I’m just letting my own poor self-confidence downtrodden me. I’m letting my own doubt suffocate me. I’m letting my own insecurities weigh heavy in my head. I need to stop! Maybe because I’m so tired of feeling trapped within my skin or maybe I’m just that self conscious. Will it always be like this? Can’t I be positive that I can make this happen for me? 

I CAN graduate college and make something of my life! I CAN be a good parent to my son! I CAN live life as me; as a man! I DON’T have to doubt that my future will be good if I make it happen!

Every time I wear my beanie, I always feel more masculine. It’s the one thing, despite my whol

Every time I wear my beanie, I always feel more masculine. It’s the one thing, despite my whole day, that I can find, put on, and feel very male. Even if everything else is off about me, I can always feel confident with my hat on. 


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I straightened my bangs, which only further proves I need a hair cut.

I straightened my bangs, which only further proves I need a hair cut.


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