๑⋆LiaM⋆๑ :
I haven’t told my family about myself, but I did tell my brothers some “what ifs” about wanting to be a trans man.
I asked, “What if I started dressing like a man? What if my voice changed? What if I wasn’t straight?”
The youngest one said, “Cool! Then it’ll be three of us brothers.”
The fact that he called us brothers is the sweetest, most comforting thing I could have ever heard. It showed me exactly how things could be — simple, accepting, and just… right. He didn’t overthink it, he didn’t judge me; he just saw me as another brother.
On the other hand, the older one said, “Yuck, you can’t be trans. Trans people are gay men wanting to be women.”
I laughed it off and told him I was just joking. But even though he said it sarcastically, his words make me question myself, and make me wonder what I truly want — without being judged for it. It stung more than I ever cared to admit. And the way I just laughed it off? I lied about what I really wanted to be because I was afraid. Afraid of getting judged, of getting laughed at, of getting asked endless questions, of failing to meet their expectations, of society’s cruel eyes, of everyone around me seeing me as different, strange, or wrong, or as if I’m “not doing it correctly.”
I keep hiding who I really am, just to feel safe. I wish I could just be myself freely, without having to pretend, without having to carry this heavy feeling alone. I want to be understood, not corrected or mocked. I want to be accepted, exactly as I am. For now, I identify as genderfluid and omnisexual — things my family also knows nothing about.
2026-06-08 14:58:06