Sort of Ironic
So.
Tomorrow, and friend, my bio teacher, and I get to go on a field trip. Every year the bio teacher has to pick two students to go to an engineering and science conference and do lots of cool experiments and what not. So I was invited to go along with my friend Remy, because the both of us, "Show outstanding interest in subject matter." Well, here's the kicker.
I was invited about two weeks before I came out.
And its for women.
So. I'm still going because it's an honor to be chosen, but I feel sort of hypocritical and it's almost like a conflict of interests? I don't know.
I'm going as Spencer, and if anybody asks, that's who I am. I'll just cross out to "Wo" in "Women."
Ha.
Other than that, things are going well. I'm getting better at not injuring myself with my make-shift binder. And I've gotten to the point where I can wear semi-tight shirts and not have any problems. And I've got to say, my boyfriend has been great in all of this. He's a good kid.
There are two. TWO. Flies in my room. It's fucking winter, and we always have problems with them because we live in East Bumfuck. So I'm trying to have my fat cat Edward catch them, but it's not going too well.
Have an appointment Tuesday, and I'm going to start talking with my Mum and my counselor about starting a transition within the next few years. I'm a little apprehensive, but it should be fine.
And this weekend I'm going down to the Zen Center with my Father for some meditation. I'd really like to start going more regularly, but it's so far away, and I don't have the means or the money yet. So. I'll just have to deal with sporadic bits of Zen.
And now there's four flies. I'm sleeping in the living room. I hate living by farms.
Tomorrow, and friend, my bio teacher, and I get to go on a field trip. Every year the bio teacher has to pick two students to go to an engineering and science conference and do lots of cool experiments and what not. So I was invited to go along with my friend Remy, because the both of us, "Show outstanding interest in subject matter." Well, here's the kicker.
I was invited about two weeks before I came out.
And its for women.
So. I'm still going because it's an honor to be chosen, but I feel sort of hypocritical and it's almost like a conflict of interests? I don't know.
I'm going as Spencer, and if anybody asks, that's who I am. I'll just cross out to "Wo" in "Women."
Ha.
Other than that, things are going well. I'm getting better at not injuring myself with my make-shift binder. And I've gotten to the point where I can wear semi-tight shirts and not have any problems. And I've got to say, my boyfriend has been great in all of this. He's a good kid.
There are two. TWO. Flies in my room. It's fucking winter, and we always have problems with them because we live in East Bumfuck. So I'm trying to have my fat cat Edward catch them, but it's not going too well.
Have an appointment Tuesday, and I'm going to start talking with my Mum and my counselor about starting a transition within the next few years. I'm a little apprehensive, but it should be fine.
And this weekend I'm going down to the Zen Center with my Father for some meditation. I'd really like to start going more regularly, but it's so far away, and I don't have the means or the money yet. So. I'll just have to deal with sporadic bits of Zen.
And now there's four flies. I'm sleeping in the living room. I hate living by farms.