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Just a minute ago, I was brushing my teeth, and I realized just how boyish I look. I mean, if I bind, and if I didn't talk, you might...

I'm really not sure how I feel about that.

Goddamn it. As non-me as this sounds...I wish I could stop questioning my identity. I know, easy answer 'stop questioning then!'...but it's not that easy. I really wish it was. *sigh*

I mean...I'm proud of being an androgene (sp?). But...I don't know. There are days, and they're more frequent lately, where I seriously question if I'm in the right body at all. But...I can't see myself with a totally male body either. ARRRGH!

I wish there was an 'other' option for sexual anatomy. Okay, well there is, but you have to be physically born like that.

*deep breath*Second edit, and I swear it'll be the last one...

I guess I just have to see what happens, right? That's all anyone can do about anything. And I know that no matter what...this thing keeping my internal organs from spilling out...becomes, someone loves me.

Dr. Spikowsky: How do you feel about your penis?
Bree Osbourne: [giving up] It disgusts me. I don't even like looking at it.
Dr. Spikowsky: What about friends?
Bree Osbourne: They don't like it either.

[Bree gestures at heart, crying]
Bree Osbourne: It hurts.
Margaret: Oh, honey, that's what hearts do.

Bree Osbourne: My body may be a work-in-progress, but there is nothing wrong with my soul.

Tonight's the night the world begins again

I think we've all seen ( this one )

But this one made me smile instead of cry.


I am...

I am the guy who came out to the entire school in his senior speech
and got a standing ovation for his courage.

I am the girl who kisses her girlfriend on the sidewalk and laughs at
those who glare.

We are the couple who planned and studied and got a damn good lawyer
and BEAT the state that wanted to take our child away.

We are the ones who took martial arts classes and carry pepper spray
and are just too dangerous to gay bash.

I am the transgender person who uses the bathroom that suits me, and
demands that any complaining staff explain their complaint to my face
in front of the entire restaurant -- and shares with my other trans
friends which restaurants don't raise a stink.

I am the mother who told her lesbian daughter to invite her
girlfriend over for dinner.

I am the father who punished his son for calling you a fag.

I am the preacher who told my congregation that love, not hate, is
the definition of a true follower of God.

I am the girl who did not learn the meaning of "homosexual" until
high school but never thought to question why two men might be
kissing.

I am the woman who argues (quite loudly and vehemently) with the
bigots who insist that you do not have the right to marry or raise
children.

We are the high school class who agrees, unanimously, along with our
teacher, that love should be all that matters.

I am the legislator who, in spite of letters running 10:1 against it,
voted in favor of a measure that would legalize same-sex marriage,
because it was the right thing to do.

If you agree, repost this. Do it. You don't have to be afraid. You
can handle it. You're stronger than you think.

I am making a difference. Hate will not win.