Well, It's About Time...

underage_thinker's picture

I love this hat. It is amazing. It's also my grandpa's, but that's beside the point. I'm also wearing my dad's way-too-big gray and black stripes sweater. I feel the best I have in years. I'm free of all the string I tied on my own arms and I can fly without other people pulling me (don't think too hard about that not-very-well-thought-out metaphor, I don't really get it myself).

I was remembering about times long, long ago, when I dressed up in batman, zorro, and strongman costumes, and refused to wear a dress to my aunts wedding. I wanted so much to be a boy. Maybe I had been a hermaphrodite and my parents had chosen wrongly? I wished this had been so, so that I had an excuse for wanting to be a boy. I was five years old.

Now, I love getting my hair cut and watching every strand fall to the floor with the biggest smile on my face. I love borrowing my dad's clothes (as I always have). I am ecstatic when little boys in supermarkets ask their mommies, "why is he wearing that hat?" And I don't care what other people think.

No, I'm not trans. I'm just different; my own person. I try not to follow other people into ditches that I can't dig myself out of. Now I can do whatever the hell I want and I'm going to be happy.


whateversexual_llama's picture

You rock. Join the

You rock. Join the whateversexual movement, for anyone who doesn't want to label their gender. This entry made me smile... it's such freedom, being happy about who you are.

Be yourself. 'Cause if you're busy being somebody else, who's gonna be you?

underage_thinker's picture


Thanks.. XD
I find you quite amusing, and I’m sure you love me too, But sadly I am Lesbian, Though I’ll pretend for you

Fiona Rosge's picture


I agree, its so amazing that you could do that, just rise above every word they say and just be who you are, i wish i could do that. Peoples opinions matter way to much to me, its not fun. I ALWAYS hate the feeling i get when someone talks about me, when i get the same feeling when i hear people whispering cuz i THINK there talking about me. idk i wish i could rise about, i just havnt learned how yet. Which is why i do what i do with my hair, i rebel sort of, thats what i love about it to. the fact that im doing somthing new and for those few hours dont care what people will think because even tho im nervous i no the I'LL love it. i just wish i could be like that with everything, and maybe in time i'll learn to, to be my own person.But your unbelivable lucky that u no how.

would she, could she been thinking of me?
all along
and if thats true, would she tell me the truth?
Cause its a long way down when your hopes are high as mountains
and i am worried that im falling for u
~Ronnie Day