robregal:

I’m nice as fuck. So if you see me being mean to someone, they earned that shit.

I have a random life goal that I would like to achieve someday. I would like to meet Laura Jane Grace in person. I would. I admire her courage and strength and her honesty in her choice to transition. It’s just an added bonus that she’s a parent too. I don’t often see a lot of trans guys that are parents. To meet one would be nice but I’m getting off track. I would like to meet her, sit down with her, and talk to her about how she has handled coming out to her child. My son is younger, mind you. He will be two this month, but to talk to someone like her would be amazing to me.

I would like to meet any trans parents out there, but she’s one I’ve seen in the media and on this website and have watched True Trans on AOL and would thoroughly enjoy just talking to. I say that with the limited experience I have of being out. 

My brain is just now coming to terms with the fact that this isn’t simply going to go away and it isn’t simply going to allow me to push it back in a box. Maybe I need to learn to embrace the idea that this is my new normal. This is me, and I shouldn’t suffocate it or hide it and pretend it doesn’t exist. That has only caused more pain on my part. Like any person, I’m scared. I’m scared what will follow allowing myself to fully say, “I’m a guy. I want to live my life as a guy because, in my head and my heart, it’s who I’m supposed to be.” At the same time, I’m tired of pretending it doesn’t exist. I can’t do that anymore. I need to take steps forward rather than steps backwards.

I’m a guy. I’m a man. I’m a boy. I’m a transgender female to male! 

I get giddy every time I see me writing it and acknowledging it. Now what is the next step forward?