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Jun. 12th, 2021 02:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolari30 Questions For Pride Month, Day 12: Who did you first come out to and how did it go?
Junior year in high school. At this point in my life, I knew I was trans, and making plans to move towards a transition when I was 20 or so (hoping to have surgery before 25).
I don't remember exactly what had happened, but I got angry at something and in a fit of testosterone fueled rage I punched a column at school cutting my knuckles pretty hard (testosterone is a helluva drug).
I was in creative writing classes when Steph and Stacy noticed I had scraped up my knuckles pretty badly. Steph asked what happened to me and I mentioned I was angry and took it out on a column. She let it go at that point, but the two began talking to themselves when I heard one of them say "Guys do the stupidest things."
That irked me, really really badly. Not in an angry way, but in a "I AM NOT A GUY" way. Just as we were leaving class, I remember asking Steph I wanted to talk to her after class.
And I came out to her. The first person to know I was trans. Her response? "It's about time you told me." I don't think I came out to Stacy, but I think I may have. After talking with Steph, I began telling all my girl-friends.
Looking back at it, I had a lot of girl-friends. Knowing what I know now, that's a LOT of trust. I sometimes wonder if my being trans had anything to do with that. I like to think so.
Steph's still my best friend and adopted sister thirty years later. <3
https://twitter.com/gwenners/status/1399574609536503810
Junior year in high school. At this point in my life, I knew I was trans, and making plans to move towards a transition when I was 20 or so (hoping to have surgery before 25).
I don't remember exactly what had happened, but I got angry at something and in a fit of testosterone fueled rage I punched a column at school cutting my knuckles pretty hard (testosterone is a helluva drug).
I was in creative writing classes when Steph and Stacy noticed I had scraped up my knuckles pretty badly. Steph asked what happened to me and I mentioned I was angry and took it out on a column. She let it go at that point, but the two began talking to themselves when I heard one of them say "Guys do the stupidest things."
That irked me, really really badly. Not in an angry way, but in a "I AM NOT A GUY" way. Just as we were leaving class, I remember asking Steph I wanted to talk to her after class.
And I came out to her. The first person to know I was trans. Her response? "It's about time you told me." I don't think I came out to Stacy, but I think I may have. After talking with Steph, I began telling all my girl-friends.
Looking back at it, I had a lot of girl-friends. Knowing what I know now, that's a LOT of trust. I sometimes wonder if my being trans had anything to do with that. I like to think so.
Steph's still my best friend and adopted sister thirty years later. <3
https://twitter.com/gwenners/status/1399574609536503810
