I'm not sure why I hate to call the conversations “coming out”. But now that the parents are done there a big backlog of people I have to tell. I'm looking forward to having it done, but “coming out” makes me feel weird.
I guess because calling it “coming out” it makes me feel vulnerable. Whereas just informing people of my gender does not.
Also not trans. Hehe. Definitely still not trans.
Sometimes I feel like backtracking and taking it all back, that it's not worth all the effort it takes to be nonbinary.
But it doesn't mean that being female would be any easier.
Swear to goodness that I didn't know of Ezra Miller before picking my name.
But shortly after being my own Ezra a bit I learned of this celebrity nonbinary Ezra. A coworker mentioned (his?) playboy photoshoot so I checked it out.
I just saw an extremely attractive enby doing their thing. Stunning and perfect and completely natural.
Wasn't til afterwards did I realize that it probably looks super non heteronormative to other folks.
Did the coming out thing to my brother today.
Went well.
But I still feel a little disappointed. His response was the sort of cookie cutter response of support.
I guess I was hoping for a little more. But I didn't communicate those expectations so I'm not sure what I expected.
I dunno.
My legs are my #bodyglads. They're just so muscle-y and well defined and I didn't gave to kill myself working out to get them that way.
Don't ask me about my upper body though.
Mostly permission to transition without being sure if I'm male. It reminds me that my feelings of not being female are legitimate.
But honestly there's not much else.
#bodyglads is when I catch a glance of my flat chest in the mirror and can imagine myself dancing
I guess I could say a little more about my feelings on coming out to my parents.
Welp just did it. Just dropped the letter to my parents in a big old metal box. There's no going back now.
#bodyglads is when I hug my partner in my binder and am as close to him as I can possibly be