✖️ @hudson_blake22: Most people have two stories they come out to their families or they don’t. For me I mixed things up. I never really said much about being trans. But I was always on social media,after I understood who I was and how my body didn’t match my mind, looking at other trans guys. Realizing that one day. That’ll be me. I eventually started T and I came out to all my people on Instagram but never said anything to my family and I think that was a mistake. I always doubted my family because of their political views that they just wouldn’t understand. I feel it’s important to not judge a book by its cover. But I did exactly that. I didn’t give my parents the opportunity to try to learn or understand. I just shut them out. Come to find out they still love and care about me. Especially my mom. She’s really a super hero. In the lgbt+ community I feel that it is very important to not judge any one because we know how it feels to be looked at a certain way. Now I’m a little over a year on T and 5 months post op. If you aren’t apart of the solution, then what exactly are you doing to help make the difference you want to see?
I live my life now, in a way that I hope to inspire other lgbt+ youth to continue to fight the hard fights. They may mean nothing at the time to you or some one else. But there’s always some one out there that, that fight does matter to, it could be your younger self, yourself now, or possibly your future self. You can make a difference. Be the change you wished to see when you were younger/now. Be the inspiration to some one else that you needed before you were out.
I am visible for those who can’t be.
I wish to be the beacon of hope for youth that feel they are alone.
You’re never alone. You’ll always have at least one person in you’re corner. And that’s me.
Find your passion. Never give up. Trust the process.
All things my younger self needed to hear.
I’m trans male. And I’m here to fight.
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Hoy no me apetece ser mujer. Una creería que después de casi 20 años con la misma historia cada mes pues que te acostumbras... Y no. Así que hoy subo un dibujo shitty acorde con mi cuerpo. Y como no me apetece ser mujer subo un personaje que no es mujer, ni hombre ni todo lo contrario. Ya sabéis, alguien de los Eternos.
Her, she. Who, me? Not me thankyou. I’m non-bionary which means I don’t identify as a set gender. This is due to the fact I don’t want to be female but I’m not exactly a man. So if I say I have no gender, then I guess it’s a win, win for me. Is what I’m doing having an effect of your life, no... then keep you opinion to yourself. &Everyone else... thankyou for your loving support. #support#lgbt#supportlgbt#nonbionary#nongender#gay#melanin#transgender#transformation
✖️ @jjjetplayne: A life of shame since the age of 7, I learned to hide my sexuality from the world after my parents caught my step brother and I "experimenting." Guilt. Shame. Confusion. Feeling like I couldn't openly express my true feelings and desires for fear of punishment by my religious mother. I was scared and I only got worse. By age 12 I began cutting my arm with razor blades and pocket knives, craving the euphoric rush it would give me when I would become overwhelmed with emotions I couldn't yet explain. By high school I was popping pills and smoking/drinking alcohol on a daily basis, constantly intoxicating my brain just so I wouldn't have to feel anything. This led to a downward spiral of self hatred, failed relationships, and only caused me to lose myself even more. At 16 I was officially expelled from my high school for instigating a fist fight, and I was required to undergo a psychological evaluation due to the irrationality of my actions. I was diagnosed bipolar and pumped up with antipsychotics, antidepressants, mood stabilizers, you name it! Within ONE YEAR I gained over a HUNDRED AND FIFTY pounds. I was a zombie. Emotionless. Overweight. Blank. By the grace of God I was able to get off the meds after a diabetes diagnosis scare(I happily am diabetes free!) (Continues in comments.)
✖️If you follow the few requirements that I have, you will be featured on my page. As simple as that. I had to set the pace somewhere to be able to manage this page at all. If your story hasn't shown up, it's not eligible for a feature.
It can depend on many different reasons, all from not telling me your Instagram username in your email ; to just write a couple of sentences, which do NOT qualify for a featured story.
I didn't set my requirements to be unkind in any way. I'm the only one managing this account, so I need structure. I also need something to keep this page apart from all the regular shoutout pages, as this page is so far away from a shoutout page it can possibly be.
To even name your story submissions with the word 'shoutout' I find a little disparaging ; because that means that you already have gotten the wrong idea of this page and what I'm trying to do here.
✔This page is NOT to be used to gain followers.
✔I don't do shoutouts.
✔I share stories who I think will inspire the world, stories where I notice that you've actually made an effort in telling them. The longer and more detailed your story is - the better.
✔Every story has to be sent by email to firstname.lastname@example.org along with a high quality photo and your Instagram username.
✔Send one (1!) email with the info I'm asking for above, not 3 separated.
✔You have to follow all of these steps to qualify for a feature.
✖️ @leucasloves: "you don’t want a soft death
you want a hard life
that is your life
in the locker room
that doesn’t stop demanding you keep your eyes on the floor
at the prom where youll run home in a snow storm
chucking your last pair of heels in a snow bank
realizing, you are the only boy you ever wanted to tear your dress off for" - Andrea Gibson @andrewgibby
Feeling inspired to accept all of who I am, including my painful and uncomfortable past. I shared the photo on the left to a group of youth during a trans health workshop a few months ago. It was the first time I showed anyone a picture of this past me since I started transitioning when I was 19. I seriously can not even believe the amount of pain and suffering I faced in my past without the language or visible repesentation to even realize what I was going through. I can seriously see the pain and suffering in my eyes in this photo on the left and it breaks my heart now. My heart breaks for the younger me who needed so bad some liberation from gender stereotypes that cage every single one of us. My heart breaks for all the people in this world who are still experiencing the pain and suffering I did without the language, tools, resources and support to free them. It is by absolutely no means easy for me to share this photo but I am taking back my power that I never had has a youth in our toxic heteronormative culture and living my life as vibrantly as I can. I will live vibrantly to reject repressive gender ideologies, I will live vibrantly to give people like 16 year old me someone to mirror what they might be feeling, I will live vibrantly because the world needs more diversity and light to outshine the darkness. I was always the only boy I ever wanted to tear my dress off for and from here on out I get to celebrate the man I've become. This month I will be hitting two years on Testosterone, and I'm so grateful for our new found possibilities for expressing our gender, I finally feel like the person I was always meant to be💜
✖️ @augie11: Name: Addi
Hey, so, here we go. A year ago this week I wanted to die. I was undiagnosed Bipolar, just started hrt, in school full time, working, had just come out to everyone, and going through a lot in personal relationships. My Bpd was causing my periods of driving around for hours, crying hysterically, and screaming at no one. I would also spend hours laying in cold water in the tub, just trying to feel again. Starting Hrt was really cool, but one of my meds (medroxyprogesterone) was reacting weird with my mental illness (according to my endocrinologist). I was in school full time while also running an lgbtqa+ club there, which was super stressful. As well as working, which while it was only like 25-30 hours a week, it was super stressful too. So then it was my family stuff. My mom was never home, and when she was she was denying being on pills or going through my femme stuff. She wasn't supportive, she didn't take care of my siblings, and made me seem like it was all my fault that our family was falling apart. I felt alone, like I couldn't take anything anymore, and like my own mind was falling apart. So I was suicidal.
I now know that what I did wouldn't have worked. But in that moment, sitting alone in the dark clenching a bottle of sleeping pills, I thought they were the last moments of my life. I woke up the next morning and wasn't happy that it didn't work, I was just kinda meh about it tbh. I went to work, tried to laugh it off to people I told.
Then a couple days later I had a night where I was too panic stricken to goto my house, so I drove around for hours while my friends searched for me. The night after, I went to my group therapy appointment. After a whole lot of crying and screaming that I can't be the person who goes to a hospital, I finally drove with my therapist to the local hospital. I was in the mental health wing for five days. It's been a year since all of this happened, and I think I'm doing a lot better.
I moved out of my moms house, and she's gotten a lot better. I visit every other weekend now. (Continues in comments.)