So yesterday I took what I feel was a big step towards passing as a male. I cut my hair off, as seen in my avatar. Let it be known that I already frequent the men's section at Hollister. However, my family has no idea that not only am I their son/nephew/grandson, rather than Julia, their daughter/neice/granddaughter/sister, i'm a GAY man! . So when I arrived home with....very little hair, all hell broke loose. My grandmother cried, my mother called me a "fat old dyke", and it was made clear that I was not permitted to make any more decisions anymore because I am "irresponsible". Worst of all, they are insisting I dress in very feminine clothes when I leave the house, so I will not be mistaken for a boy. but that was my intent! . I've been reduced to carrying a large purse to take a change of clothes. If I hear one more homophobic or genderphobic taunt thrown out by my gramma I'll snap. I've spent all day hiding in my room because I don't want to face them.
Everyone builds up this idea of who you are and who you're supposed to be, and i can;t be that girl sometimes two years until I move out sounds like such a short period of time. But its days like these when it feels so far away