I don't have to make my mother understand. She's going to come to it from her direction and her own way. And that's fine.
I don't have to be "right" or "wrong". All I have to do is be. I'm a man inside and someday I'll be a man outside, too. And no matter what anyone thinks about that, it's going to be. Because it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks, all that matters is that I'm happy with a male body.
Yes, I am committing to a lifetime of... challenges. But I don't have to be daunted by them. The filter of "this is how I should act" is slowly falling away. I'm feeling better and better about just being myself, even though I'm still remarkably feminine. Old habits, you know.
OH. And I don't have to be superior online. I've spent a long time establishing an internet presence, one that isn't a d-bag. I don't want every discussion I have to be dominated by this, but I don't really want to hide it at the moment. I may want to hide it someday, but my friends are always going to know, and their respect will be valued. I got off topic there because I'm exhausted. But the point is, I'm not a d-bag, and I don't want to be a d-bag, and I'm not going to start lurking on livejournal, being a d-bag. The end.
Even though I'm constantly saying I want to be a misogynistic douchebag. I don't really. I just think it's funny that apparently FtMs do that.
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