Trans Stories

To everyone in the room, she seemed like just a normal girl wearing Vans, blue jeans, and a red hoodie. No one knew how her fingers still fumbled when applying eyeliner and lipstick. Or the struggles she had endured to finally match her body to her soul.  No one knew how they had taunted her when she changed her name. Called her "freak".  No one knew... As she stood inside the new school, she released a long-held sigh of...

Go away, fuck off, back to your bunker.It has no title,but understanding is vital.Stop.Here’s the poem: I saw somebody.She was beautiful.An energy that didn’t fit,yet she owned it. I found outshe likes to twist and shout.But does she like ...? Her polar is bi,she thinks she can flyand of course she can. She doesn’t need fixing.Let her bebecause she is me. I am serenity.