What is YOUR story?

Just_G · 11-30-2009, 03:37 PM

Geez, I didn't even see that thread....guess I didn't look hard enough. My bad.

Andrew, Jr. · 11-30-2009, 03:59 PM

Yep, I too know about the separation from family and friends because of who and what I am. Life is funny though. It changes when illness strikes. Mine did when my sister got sick with skin cancer. We all had to come together to help her, and her family. We were forced to talk about what was and what is. Then my sister died. And here we all are. Still talking some what. I think life is very different when you care for someone dying. It changes your priorities. Like spending all my free time at the hospital or detailing a car because she vomitted in it. And telling her husband not to worry about the bill. Things like that matter.

Growing up, the depression and suicidal thoughts, and game plan of carrying it out...yes. I too had that. And I still do. Life isn't easy, or fair. Growing up I was called names like retard, stupid, lazy, dumb, and so on because I failed in school. I was good at sports, and that was my saving grace. It was my inner peace. That is why I was so close to my brother Jay. But he suicided when he was 15 yo.

Bad_boi · 05-03-2010, 06:25 PM

I was always a tomboy. When I was little I would play with mostly boys because we liked the same things- legos, xmen, hotwheels, capguns ect. I was never much into "girl" games. I always wore guy's clothes as often as I could. I never felt comfortable (Physically nor mentally) in feminie clothes. I'd make exuses like pokemon/sports team shirts don't come in girl's.

When I was 14 and in Jr High most of my friends were guys so they did not mind that I had ratty skater hair or guy clothes. I was pretty happy. I was getting more comfortable with myself untill girls started picking on me. I spent 4 years dressing and acting like a girl. At first it was ok. As soon as I started college I decided enough was enough. I just wanted to be me, to hell with the judgemental people. I got my hair cut short and started wearing guy clothes again. So basically my story is back to square one- I was right all along lol.

swagger · 11-11-2010, 01:52 AM

i'm 40 and the linear version goes a little like this ...

tomboy kid

tried to conform

boi

butch

grouchy middle aged butch

11-30-2009, 03:37 PM	#1
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11-11-2010, 01:52 AM	#4
swagger Junior Member How Do You Identify?: butch daddy Preferred Pronoun?: i dont care. Relationship Status: happy Join Date: Nov 2010 Location: crush zone Posts: 57 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 43 Thanked 126 Times in 42 Posts Rep Power: 210973	i'm 40 and the linear version goes a little like this ... tomboy kid tried to conform boi butch grouchy middle aged butch __________________ unapologetically butch

11-30-2009, 03:59 PM	#2
Andrew, Jr. Timed Out How Do You Identify?: Me Preferred Pronoun?: He Relationship Status: Unavailable Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Over the Rainbow in a House Posts: 5,072 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 16,004 Thanked 5,249 Times in 2,216 Posts Rep Power: 0	Yep, I too know about the separation from family and friends because of who and what I am. Life is funny though. It changes when illness strikes. Mine did when my sister got sick with skin cancer. We all had to come together to help her, and her family. We were forced to talk about what was and what is. Then my sister died. And here we all are. Still talking some what. I think life is very different when you care for someone dying. It changes your priorities. Like spending all my free time at the hospital or detailing a car because she vomitted in it. And telling her husband not to worry about the bill. Things like that matter. Growing up, the depression and suicidal thoughts, and game plan of carrying it out...yes. I too had that. And I still do. Life isn't easy, or fair. Growing up I was called names like retard, stupid, lazy, dumb, and so on because I failed in school. I was good at sports, and that was my saving grace. It was my inner peace. That is why I was so close to my brother Jay. But he suicided when he was 15 yo.

05-03-2010, 06:25 PM	#3
Bad_boi Member How Do You Identify?: Transman (male) Preferred Pronoun?: He, Him, His ect. Relationship Status: Handsome bastard. Tournaments Won: 1 Join Date: May 2010 Location: Seattle Posts: 727 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 122 Thanked 1,824 Times in 499 Posts Rep Power: 0	I was always a tomboy. When I was little I would play with mostly boys because we liked the same things- legos, xmen, hotwheels, capguns ect. I was never much into "girl" games. I always wore guy's clothes as often as I could. I never felt comfortable (Physically nor mentally) in feminie clothes. I'd make exuses like pokemon/sports team shirts don't come in girl's. When I was 14 and in Jr High most of my friends were guys so they did not mind that I had ratty skater hair or guy clothes. I was pretty happy. I was getting more comfortable with myself untill girls started picking on me. I spent 4 years dressing and acting like a girl. At first it was ok. As soon as I started college I decided enough was enough. I just wanted to be me, to hell with the judgemental people. I got my hair cut short and started wearing guy clothes again. So basically my story is back to square one- I was right all along lol.