What Makes Me Unique

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I grew up in a town in Michigan called Perry. Perry isn't the most LGBT friendly, or just minority friendly in general. I was there from Age 1 to age 12/13. I left after 6th grade due to bullying because I wasn't like other girls. I was tomboyish, I had mostly guy friends, I liked weird stuff, I was short, I had crooked teeth, etc. I started realizing in 5th grade that I wasn't a girl and that I wasn't straight but I didn't tell anyone until 7th grade at a different school.
I came out to my new friends as queer and genderqueer towards the end of 7th grade but I didn't tell my parents because my dad and his family are close minded and he always made fun of trans women and queer people. I was afraid.
My father was emotionally and mentally abusive. He was an alcoholic and drug addict. I was never close to him at all and because of that …show more content…

I'm just not a normal person and people make sure I know that.

I went to a prom and I got to dress in a tux, but it was at the school I grew up in and people were staring and talking about me. The tux place didn't know how to deal with a trans guy wanting a tux and I felt very insecure in my tux because it looked way too big and I just hated it.
I wanted to wear makeup and be more colorful and flamboyant but I just couldn't because if I did I would've been harassed or harmed. The guys that go to Perry have a history of hurting LGBT people or shouting slurs at them.
I could be who I wanted to be. It's felt like I've never been allowed to be who I want to be because my dad and his family don't and won't accept me, my old school didn't accept me, my old friends didn't accept me, none of them accepted me for being who I want to be.

I want to go to queer prom to be surrounded by people like me. Surrounded by people who won't look at me and give me that look that straight cis people do when they see someone

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