Boys Don’t Cry

So I’m a little late on the uptake for this one. I tried my damnedest to find some way to watch it on the TGDoR, but nothing really wanted to work out for me on that day, period, and I wound up stranded at my trans-non-sympathetic friend’s house. He accepts me well enough, but he doesn’t really see that there’s a tragedy going on with these people, thinks the surgery is “cosmetic” and didn’t do more than shrug when I told him what day it was, or the Statistics. I started thinking, sometimes the ones that don’t care are worse than the ones who damn us.

But then I watched Boys Don’t Cry.

Also,
-Star Trek
-Coming out, and
-Chestnuts roasting on an open fire.

TG Day of Remembrance.

I’m feeling baffled and lonesome today. Not only did my car break down so I couldn’t go to any trans sympathetic events today, but all of my friends seem to be busy. But if I have to light a candle all by myself today in remembrance, I’ll do it. This day is weighing heavier on me than I thought it would.

Also,
-My coming out letter,
-Finding other trans people in my area,
-Making new friends out of the old, and
-”Boys Don’t Cry”.


About

So this is me.

Don't smoke, kids.

Don't smoke, kids.

This blog is for tracking the process of my transition from male-minded and female-bodied to a wholly male person; in other words, I’m a transman and damned proud of it.

A little about me: I’m kinky and belligerent and obnoxious and loudmouthed, so they tell me. I’ve met worse. To quote my sainted mother, “If you don’t want to know the truth, don’t ask.” I say what’s on my mind when I damned well feel like it, and if you can’t deal with it, that’s up to you to settle with your own soul. I’ve got a mean right jab, an amazing lover, I’m generally  up for sport sex (we’re swingers) and my answer to just about everything is “Life’s too short.” You won’t catch me taking life too seriously as long as I can help it.

Jack Wordle