So it's looking like this weekend, probably Saturday, maybe Sunday, I'm finally going to sit my parents down and have a serious talk about me and gender and transitioning and stuff.
Points to hit:
I'm not Kaitlyn's girlfriend. I'm her boyfriend.
I know you know some of this - the name thing, the hair, the clothes, et cetera - but I've been living more and more as a boy for the past couple of years now. I don't know if you know that I've only used a women's bathroom maybe two or three times in the past two and a half years.
And being some inbetween thing was good for a while, and it's still okay, but now I'm with someone who calls me 'he' and it feels good.
And I know you gave me my name, and I hate to take that away from you, but it's just not me. I hate using it, I hate when new people call me that. It's okay when you do, at home, but being introduced as that is very uncomfortable, and, more and more, I feel like I don't want that name on everything, all my records and papers and everything.
So... I don't know. I'm not asking to become your son right away; that would be weird.
I just want you to know.
And I want you to let me be Avity at least in public.
And I want you to come with me to this Trans Support Group, meets downtown on Tuesdays.
And I want you to help me give serious consideration to transitioning more. Name change. Hormones. I'm not saying they have to happen, just that I need to really think about them, and I need you to think about them with me.
I'm scared - not of the outcome, I'm sure it'll be at least okay - just of actually doing it. It's terrifying. But my girlfriend will be right there holding my hand and being proof that someone can take me seriously as a guy.
Wish me luck, Oasies?