KrystleWrite a message
- Body features:
- I'm skinny
- I like to drink:
- I prefer to drink champagne
- What I prefer to listen:
- Hip hop
- In my spare time I love:
In Aprilmy then year-old daughter became convinced that she was my son. In my attempt to help her, her public school undermined me every step of the way. She loved stuffed animals, Pocahontas and wearing colorful bathing suits. The only difficulty she had was forming and maintaining friendships. We later learned why: She was on the autism spectrum. She was very functional and did well in school, helped by her Individualized Education Program IEPa common practice for public school students who need special education.
I wish to rectify her unfair depiction of my character by going through the song line by line.
At the time, I was exploring my own gender fluidity and was on the cusp of realizing that I identify as pansexual. Sure, I did ballet, but I was also an expert in Irish step dancing and Appalachian clogging.
There was, in fact, more to say. He enjoyed chugging carbonated energy drinks, practicing his kickflips in public parking lots, and shoplifting from the local PacSun in the name of anarchy. This is just rude.
She tags along, stands in the crowd, looks up at the man that she turned down. I only stayed long enough to hear one of their synth-based screamo songs and, as I watched him swing his mic so violently he nearly concussed himself and several audience members, I felt no regret.
I cannot say this enough: self-worth should not be determined by external validation from others. My story ended with a Ph. Not that anyone ever asked.
Again with the heteronormative assumptions. In comparison, all I have is my job at NASAmy satisfying friendships, my involvement in my community, and the love of my. Pathetic, I know.
Read an interview with Madeleine Trebenski about the process of writing this piece here. So, on that note, I have only one thing left to say: See you later, boi. Become a patron.
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