• Summer Smith (Rick and Morty)
• Jane Crocker (Homestuck)
• John Watson (BBC Sherlock)
• Kim Possible
• Cecil Palmer (Welcome to Night Vale)
• Elder Price (Book of Mormon)
• Rizzo (Grease)
• Sam Winchester (Supernatural)
• Castiel (Supernatural)
• Tina Belcher (Bob’s Burgers)
• Wendy Testaburger (South Park)
• Batgirl (DC Comics)
thebomsquad My name is Katherine and I identify most with Elder McKinley (which I determined after about 5 minutes of self-reflection and feeling bad that I didn’t ultimately pick Kevin [I am not Arnold. Do not let Shannon lie to you.])
Random facts about me: I broke my laptop by listening to show tunes too close to the shower so I’m in mobile hell until I get that back, I’m also in McPricely hell and frequently torment my patient girlfriend ( acting-it-up or a-byesexual-bisexual depending on which blog you follow) with sad headcanons about it. My main blog is a-sexual-asexual and I’m always open to talking about BoM (or most any show really)
I was going to wait until October 11th (National Coming Out Day) to post this, but I don’t think I can wait until then, so here goes:
My name is Benjamin Rhea. Call me Ben for short.
I was born in 1992, to two wonderful, god-loving parents. I was the second of what would eventually be 10 boys, which the doctors assured them was a statical impossibility.
We boys were raised Mormon, and taught about everything that a man should be. But for some reason in my mind none of it seemed to really apply to me.
Now, I’m not going to say all Mormons are like this, but almost all that I’ve known have been EXTREMELY reluctant to even mention sex/anything related to it. It’s just all considered taboo, and when we did (eventually) learn about it, it was strictly about abstinence only, heterosexual, I-wish-I-didn’t-have-to-tell-you-this-at-all, sex. Gender was boiled down to “there are boys, and there are girls, and boys are supposed to like girls, and girls are supposed to like boys, and anything else is a perversion of what God intended” Now, like I said, my parents are wonderful people, but having this kind of message pounded into you from a young age, and being left with more questions than answers left me feeling so ashamed of anything regarding my gender identity/sexuality that I severely repressed anything that didn’t agree the box I was supposed to fit in.
When I was about 12-13, my aunt came out as a lesbian. My grandparents were devastated. I’ll never forget how it made my mom cry, because she thought she had lost her sister to the “evils of the world”.
Years passed, and our family went through a lot of hard times. My dad was unemployed (except for the odd freelance job) for several of those years. I’d get in huge fights with him sometimes. We almost lost my mom and my youngest brother. Our home was foreclosed and we were forced to move several times. But the church helped us through these hard times, both financially and spiritually, and we stuck together through it all.
Somewhere during this time, I discovered Tumblr. And I know people sometimes ridicule this site for being overly sensitive or whatever, (and sometimes they’re right to), but this is where I found support through some of the hardest times, and more importantly, knowledge. Knowledge about things outside of the sheltered little bubble I had been living in. Things like feminism, racial inequality, and privilege, things I’d never even considered before.
And then one day, while scrolling through the memes and the funny text posts, I saw a post that was talking about transgender representation (I believe it was talking about Orange is the New Black star Laverne Cox). I couldn’t recall ever coming across the word transgender before, so I Googled it. After reading about it, I went on my way, not really giving it much thought. Until one day, I was feeling really depressed about my life, and about my body, and I looked into the mirror, and it felt like I was looking at a stranger. This feeling started a process of introspection, and after a long, painful look at myself, it finally clicked.
I am a transgender woman.
Everything suddenly made sense. I was happy, for the first time in a long time. I wanted to tell everyone. But I couldn’t. I had to keep it a secret, or our family’s reputation would be ruined, and my parents heartbroken. I had to keep it a secret because there was a very real possibility that I would be kicked out on the street (my dad had threatened to kick me out for FAR less). I had to keep it a secret because I knew that I might lose my job because of it.
I finally gathered the courage and told my best friend. She was incredibly supportive, and so happy for me.
I told one brother, who I’ve always been very close with, and while he was also supportive, he also had no idea what half of the things I was talking about actually meant, and I could hear in his words the same close-minded statements I’d always heard growing up.
As I was slowly preparing and planning on how I was going to make what I knew in my heart to be true a reality, the unthinkable happened.
My father died on July 3rd, 2015.
It was extremely sudden, and none of us knows how to deal with it. We’re just trying to cope with the reality of it, one day at a time.
In the wake of all this, I feel now, more than ever, that I can’t come out publicly. But I also can’t keep living a lie, leading this double life.
So I’ve decided that for now, coming out online will have to be good enough, where my family is less likely to see it.
I’ve created a separate blog where I can be myself, ArrowsAblaze
If you’d like to follow me there, you’re welcome to, and I’d be quite happy to have you.
I’ll leave this blog up (although I probably won’t post anything to it), just for now anyway.
My name is Artemis Rosetta. Call me Aro for short.