The name is Alek. I am a female to male transgender. Translation: I am a male but with a major birth defect. I was born WITH THE WRONG BODY. Imagine, you wake up and BAM you've got boobs. Or a penis, whichever is the one you don't have. Now some guys probably have some kind of fantasy of "Wouldn't it be awesome to have boobs? I mean, you could play with them whenever you wanted!" While this may seem like a fun idea, let me tell you something. BOOBS. SUCK. Well, having them anyway. Boobs on girls are awesome ;D But seriously. They get in the way of everything. They jiggle, bounce and spill all over the place. The last thing I want is to jump up and down or run across the street and have my boobs attempt to defy gravity. And honestly, they're painful. My chesticles run on the larger size, so when they are bouncing around they have this nasty habit of what feels like trying to pull the rest of the skin on my chest off. Trust me dudes, you don't want boobs.
Fortunately (or in my case, unfortunately) you typically don't wake up with new genitalia. Not too much I can do about it except hope that in my lifetime scientists find out how to grow penises in the lab from your own genes and then can attach it to your body and have it be exactly as if you had been born with it. But I feel like this falls under the same category as time machines, transportation devices and conscious swapping mechanisms. They might happen, but lets face the facts: we've been hoping for these things ever since people thought we would have flying cars in the 21st century.
I am slowly working on coming out to everyone I know. That's right. EVERYONE. Because if I don't do it now, there's gonna be that awkward moment down the road when someone you haven't seen since middle school goes "uuuuum weren't you a girl?" because, you know, luckily I'm friends with every single one of those people on facebook. But seriously, I am attempting to cover every single person all at the same time to avoid having to continuously come out. I hate it. I hate the fact that I have to "come out" as opposed to being bio-male. I hate the fact that I have to transition. I shouldn't have to. I should just be. I don't want to have to 'pass' I want to 'be'. Where I currently am in the process, I've still got a long way to go. I have to decide if I'm going to tell my teachers for fall semester prior to classes starting. I have to decide if I'm going to attempt to use the male bathrooms because at the this point I'm starting to get weird looks in the girls. It's such an awkward spot to be; not wanting to cause trouble in either restroom while unsure if I pass enough to use the mens. Don't get me wrong, I'm stoked to finally be doing this. But damn, I didn't realize how hard it was going to be.
There is my rambling ramble. I'm gonna head out, but if you hear of any successful brain-transplant surgeries lemme know. Imma hop on that and get a new, bio-male body fo' sho'
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