Someone told my ex-dad (not a sex thing; he just disowned me) that I’m trans and now he’s threatening to come to work and make a scene, and I know I should be upset, but like. What’s he gonna say exactly? And to whom? Because imagining a haggard and likely shitfaced Pennsylvania construction worker barging through the grocery store like, “HEY!!! THAT BROAD-HIPPED 5’3” EFFEMINATE KID WITH THE CONSPICUOUSLY BIZARRE NAME WHO SPEAKS IN A CARTOONISHLY AFFECTED CARICATURE OF MASCULINITY AIN’T GOT NO DICK!!! YOU GONNA BUY SCRATCH OFF TICKETS FROM SOME KINDA DICKLESS ABOMINATION??“ is wild. What’s it going to accomplish? Or is he gonna call my manager? “HELLO, I’D LIKE TO REPORT A FRAUD IN YOUR DELI DEPARTMENT. THERE IS NOT SAUSAGE AS ADVERTISED.” What the fuck.
Odds are he’s more embarrassed of having a trans ex-kid than I am of being outed at work, so what if I go to his job and tell everyone I’m trans first? What then, coward?
That’s such a power move.
This is exactly the struggle I’m having with my own mother right now and honestly? i sort of did that, but at the church i grew up in. my mom was like “oh so what if i tell the whole church youre trans” as if she had forgotten that nearly everyone who goes to my church is actually gay, like elderly retired gay couples, so i was like “haha okay,” and told everyone.
And lemme just say, watching a 5’2", 87 year old gay man stop my mother mid-sentance to say “Actually, I think he prefers to go by Aiden now.” was the BIGGEST dick energy ive ever seen.
Gonna have myself a delicious chocolate croissant.
But I better heat it up first. Much yummier that way.
The question I’ve gotten the most on this trapdoor murder basement microwave post is “why???” and while there is a perfectly reasonable explanation, I’m tempted to let it remain a mystery.
However one thing that saddens me is the fact that no one has noticed you have to pretty much stand on top of an actual well to use the microwave.
The hilarious thing about growing up, that all the ageist people here are gonna very harshly realise, is getting older doesn’t actually feel like anything. You don’t “turn into” an adult, it’s just another year that passes and, sure, it might become easier to make decisions or figure out how to fix a sticky situation but overall, you don’t suddenly Enter Adult World and never have a goofy thought or a messy moment ever again. You don’t just suddenly start reading the newspaper or hating music you loved the year before, or wanting to drink less alcohol, in fact you want to drink more because you’re old enough to know your limits and sometimes you’re old enough to say fuck it and go past your limit. There’s no set point where you magically start to feel Like An Adult, you just are one. That’s it. Nothing anyone can do about it. The only situation I could imagine someone feeling a very quick shift from teen to adult is losing a key family member and having to step up as a legal guardian for a younger sibling or relative. Or perhaps having a baby at a young age. Otherwise, you’re just slowly gaining more and more knowledge and understanding of yourself and the world and learning things in a different context to when you were 15, but there’s no monumental shift into Boring No Fun Adult once you pass 21, people will say “You’ve grown up” and you’ll be like “Yes ok in some ways, definitely, and in other ways I’m still very much a bratty 16 year old who wants to eat ice cream for breakfast″.
The secret to adulthood is everyone is just doing the best they can with what they know.
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