Welcome
Kidding.
This site is for all of those who fall under the following:
FTM, Butch, Transman, FTV, Gender Outlaw, Transsexual, Drag King, New Man, Boychick, She-Bear, Shapeshifter, Transfag, Tomboy, F2M, Passing Woman, Two-Spirit, Amazon, Tranny Boy, Intersexual, Female Guy, Tranz, Boss Grrl, Bearded Female, Transgenderist, Sir, Kurami, Hermaphrodite, or Questioning.
Proceed with caution, as the contents of this site are not for closed minded individuals who are only here to send me hate mail, that�s why I dumped my last site and why I hope to build a new one on this server. This site is also not for those of the weak heart variety, due to startling bad graphics and sudden jolts in java, it may leave these poor individuals in a state of cardiac arrest.
Also, if you are here for a normal page, then you really did kinda take that wrong turn at Albakurky, didn't cha? This site is kinda cooky, I'm hoping to make it even more random and quirky than it is now, but I'm not holding my breath, because I'm one lazy bastard, and I might not actually do this page's updates.
If that has not scared you off, then I suppose it'd be all right for you to enter my site, duly named 'Is it Transition Yet?' which if you read on you'll understand.
The Guy Next Door
open our windows and talk to each other. My friends really cute, his hair is short, and so is he; with amazing blue
eyes and a fabulous smile. He was there for me on my first communion; though he's not Christian, he went with me
shopping, carrying all of the bags.
wearing one too; he'd deny it afterwards. We'd run and play, and build a fort, which I decorated with pink posters,
and he'd defend it from his two brothers; who would snicker at how he shouldn't let me.
would end up getting really hurt, and after some of the fights, he'd come over to my house and climb up the ivy lead
and climb into my room. He'd never cry, not a tear, but he'd just stay in my room all night, staying as absolutely
quiet and still as possible. I sometimes didn't even know he'd come over till the morning when he was curled up back
against the wall by my closet.
still laugh, but he was so very, very unhappy...
Carry was my absolutely bestest friend when I was little, and she was the first one to get me looking around about how I'd always wanted to be a boy, and I found that there is a category for people like me; even if that category is not of 'high' standards, as it were. That was the idea I had in my mind when she first told me I might be a transsexual, Oprah and Jenny Jones, hell, Jerry Springer have given everyone the comprehension that gays, lesbians, trans, and bi people are all the scum of the earth, and that we look like men with beards wearing dresses and well endowed women going around in tuxes.
Fortunatly for those of us that are trying to blend, this just makes people less suspicious.
But I don't want to blend, I don't want to fade into nothingness, I don't want others to think that their alone in this world, I don't want them to be ashamed and scared... not like I was.
Since I'm only just fifteen, and can't start hormones till I'm eighteen; I've been given three years to discover just who I am, and in that time I plan to educate both me, and anyone else who wants to learn exactly what the hecks going on in the trans politics and stuff.
Thanks for your...Support, it is really needed while I get this page up.
Now, on to the Linneape! (Um...that�s a southern term for extra spiffy free stuff)
so go and check it out and put in a good word for me! (It�s not big yet, so we could really use the support!)
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