As I promised WantsOut in an earlier post, I have recreated the PFLAG page on my website, PatNelsonChilds.com. It has all the latest pamphlets by PFLAG (Parents & Friends of Lesbians & Gays), including one for parents of trannies, bisexuals, for religious families and even one for GLBT kids themselves. These are all very good, and I highly recommend them for you and your parents.
So, I'm reading this book called The Full Spectrum (thus the post title), it's a collection of essays and poems edited by David Levithan (who rocks) and Billy Merrell (who I've never heard of before). (It's really good and if you haven't read it I highly suggest it.) Anywhoo, I'm reading along, laughing, gasping, and getting nervous and angry at all the right moments, and I stumble across this story called "A Story Called 'Her'". And this story really touched me. It reminded me poignantly of my current situation, but also gave me hope.
My earliest memory is probably that of a swing. I was sitting on a swing (as you do), swaying back and forth, legs too short to touch the ground. I held on tight, Mother was pushing me telling me to ‘hold on tightly’. It’s so vivid in my mind. I remember it was a sunny day. There were also other kids. Then I let go, landing face first onto the rocky concrete.
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I don't know about anyone else but I love writing longhand. In my room I have stacks of notebooks, napkins, loose paper, etc. full of snippets, observations, paragraphs, titles, plot-planning, everything.
And I love writing by hand because its a much wider window into emotion and then I transfer over.