The first photo is from before I started my transition; the last is after 10 months on testosterone.
I’ve put a lot of effort into documenting what I look like as I finally transition–I’m honestly so much happier in my body. My face looks much more masculine, my voice has dropped, I have facial hair, and I’ve finally achieved my long-coveted tummy trail! I’ve actually passed as male a few times in the past couple of months. A lot of strange and terrible things have happened to me this year, but looking in the mirror has certainly gotten easier. I’m hoping 2017 will get better, with top surgery and more changes from T–and that this time next year, my selfies will have my boyfriend in them <3
With My mom’s cancer, the people breaking into my house not once but twice,and my cat spooky going missing, I’m having a rough week.but it’s less than 3 days until my first shot of testosterone!!!!!!!!!so I am so freaking excited about that.i ts nice to have a good thing to look forward to when your life is falling apart.keeps me a little positive
Being a trans man is not being a Butch/ manly person.
Being a trans man is not liking to where men’s clothing.
Being a trans man is not being called a man by strangers.
Being a trans man is not hating your body/ chest/ hips/ butt.
Being a trans man is being a man.
A women ,gender queer, agender person can express/ experience all the listed above, but a trans man is not a women he’s a man, and a women is not a man she’s a women, and a gender queer/agender person is simply who thay are too. How the world See’s you is not a indication of who you are.
Today I conducted a social experiment in regards to support for trans people in my city. I went to our local mall and held this sign up for an hour and a half. The outcome was phenomenal, I could only begin to describe how overwhelmed and excited about the results I had. There is so much support and love within the world, please never forget that❤️❤️❤️
I remember being told at a young age to put my shirt on at sleepovers, that I wasn’t one of the boys. I remember trying to pee standing up at age 8 and making an absolute mess. I remember the envy I felt and couldn’t explain over my guy friends’ Adam’s apples And voices And muscle tone. While my body softened, though never became quite womanly, during puberty. I remember my grandmother telling me to stop slouching And never knowing why I wanted to hide my chest. I remember starving myself to prevent any curves from staking claim on my body. Looking back I remember these things, but it would be years until I came out.
I came out as queer (at the time, a lesbian) at 18 when I was out from under my parents roof. I thought I had finally found my niche, my thing, my explanation to a lifelong unnamed unease. I chopped my hair off, I loved women openly, and they loved me. I was “happy” in my newfound confidence as a masculine of center person. But I wasn’t.
Sometime around 20 I discovered that people could transition. That gender wasn’t black and white Or just what was assigned. I came out as trans for the first time crying on my bathroom floor, my girlfriend at the time tried to console me. I never came out to my twin, she just knew And though it took time, eventually she came around. The first time I told my mother we were in Vegas And I’d say it ruined the trip. The first time I told a stranger my new name was at Starbucks I was thrilled to hear someone call me Christopher Even if they didn’t know any better.
It would take me the next two years to come out slowly First to the my close friends Then to strangers And eventually a post on social media to address everyone else. I had been going by Chris in private for about two years before the day I actually “came out” (again). Some of us take time, and that’s alright.
You’re not less of a boy for liking to wear skirts
You’re not less of a boy for wanting to wear makeup
You’re not less of a boy for knitting or sewing
You’re not less of a boy for expressing “softer” emotions
You’re not less of a boy for wanting to feel pretty.
Boys come in all different types. It’s okay to be a soft boy, a pretty boy, a femininely dressed boy. You’re still a boy. The only thing that determines how much of a boy you are is how YOU define your boyhood. And no one, nothing in the world, can take that away from you.
Okay so I’m a gay black trans guy and I live in an abusive home.
My dad is very emotionally abusive and manipulative and he has a very long history of treating me like shit. Plus, he’s totally against me being trans and I literally cannot transition until I’m out of his house.
I’ve been actively looking for work but even if I got a job today I wouldn’t be able to have enough money saved by the time I need to move out. I don’t wanna do anything irrational or desperate, which is why I’m asking for help.
I want to be able to raise enough money so I can pay for rent a couple of months in advance (+ bills, food, and furniture) while I seek out a job.
Please please help me. I’ll never stop being grateful if you do.
The link to my youcaring is: youcaring.com/river-lawless-679162
no offense but i don’t trust anyone who says shit like “don’t force your headcanons on other people!!!!” cause 100% of the time the headcanons they’re referring to are diverse headcanons lmfao. i’m a bisexual trans latino man, if i want any fucking representation i have to fucking do it myself with headcanons and you bet i’m going to talk about them in my own personal space. no one says you have to fucking adopt my and other people’s diverse headcanons, but i’d just encourage people to really think about why they’re so upset about people talking about these headcanons