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beandelphikiOMG, Kendra is a boy's best friend!
Kendra is a girl I know who is in 10th grade. We met in Tech class; she was there at the start, but she had to drop it. We've had a few long conversations now, about my gender and sexual identity, and her sexual identity (she's bi) and I can never get over how cool she is.
Most of the girls who are bi that I know seem very casual about it....like...Fae, for example, was the first person I knew to come out, yet I would be very surprised if I discovered she has ever PURPOSELY picked up a book by a gay author. It seems strange to me, sometimes, that out of all of us at school, I feel the most straight, and yet I am the one who is the most concerned with a connection to the gay community.
But Kendra's dad is gay. So it's a bit different with her.
She told me when we met that she has "three daddies." I naturally (?) assumed that this meant her parents had had a few divorces, but it appears not. It's a bit unusual for a gay kid to have a gay parent, so I would guess Kendra could consider herself to be in a lucky place, except that her mom doesn't sound cool about it.
She's also told me that her father's friends have told her that bi is "just a stage" that she'll "get over." Kendra doesn't agree, and boy, it makes me mad, too. You would think that gays would know better than to judge someone's sexuality; but sadly, as many of us know, that's not true.
GOD, GET TO THE DAMN STORY ALREADY.
Okay. So the other day I went to hand in my bus pass at the Bus Office with Kendra. She was the first into the room, so she grabbed the pen first. (Just in case no one knows why she needed a pen, we get discounts off our bus passes for being students, but we need to hand them in every month and write our names, phone numbers and school on them.) After she was finished, she held out her hand for my pass, like she'd write down my name for me. I avoided her hand and took the pen.
"I need to write my birth name," I said. (She didn't know it.)
I wished she'd leave - I was pretty embarrassed about writing down my birth name in front of her, but she peered over my shoulder, and I didn't have the guts to tell her not to. When she saw what I was forced to write, she got mad on my behalf.
"That makes me so mad!" she exclaimed. "SO mad! You're Dan. You're Dan. That's SO fucked up. It's not fair."
Awwwww. <3 --/-@
Kendra is a girl I know who is in 10th grade. We met in Tech class; she was there at the start, but she had to drop it. We've had a few long conversations now, about my gender and sexual identity, and her sexual identity (she's bi) and I can never get over how cool she is.
Most of the girls who are bi that I know seem very casual about it....like...Fae, for example, was the first person I knew to come out, yet I would be very surprised if I discovered she has ever PURPOSELY picked up a book by a gay author. It seems strange to me, sometimes, that out of all of us at school, I feel the most straight, and yet I am the one who is the most concerned with a connection to the gay community.
But Kendra's dad is gay. So it's a bit different with her.
She told me when we met that she has "three daddies." I naturally (?) assumed that this meant her parents had had a few divorces, but it appears not. It's a bit unusual for a gay kid to have a gay parent, so I would guess Kendra could consider herself to be in a lucky place, except that her mom doesn't sound cool about it.
She's also told me that her father's friends have told her that bi is "just a stage" that she'll "get over." Kendra doesn't agree, and boy, it makes me mad, too. You would think that gays would know better than to judge someone's sexuality; but sadly, as many of us know, that's not true.
GOD, GET TO THE DAMN STORY ALREADY.
Okay. So the other day I went to hand in my bus pass at the Bus Office with Kendra. She was the first into the room, so she grabbed the pen first. (Just in case no one knows why she needed a pen, we get discounts off our bus passes for being students, but we need to hand them in every month and write our names, phone numbers and school on them.) After she was finished, she held out her hand for my pass, like she'd write down my name for me. I avoided her hand and took the pen.
"I need to write my birth name," I said. (She didn't know it.)
I wished she'd leave - I was pretty embarrassed about writing down my birth name in front of her, but she peered over my shoulder, and I didn't have the guts to tell her not to. When she saw what I was forced to write, she got mad on my behalf.
"That makes me so mad!" she exclaimed. "SO mad! You're Dan. You're Dan. That's SO fucked up. It's not fair."
Awwwww. <3 --/-@
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Date: 2002-05-03 04:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2002-05-03 09:16 pm (UTC)she's a pretty good choice for fae's play, but i don't think fae agrees with me
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Date: 2002-05-03 09:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2002-05-04 11:20 pm (UTC)I still go to high school, so I can't use the boy's bathroom and all that. I'm trying to outside of school, tho. I bind every day. All boy's clothes, all that. I'm out to all my friends, but they don't really try to refer to me as a "he." I'd like to be totally living as a guy, and I'm trying to move in that direction.
I guess it can be hard, but the alternative is unbearable to me.