AdrianGray

Transgender people have always existed. We have always questioned who we are, Until the very last second. But who am I really? I have been told my whole life that it's just the chemicals in my brain, moving around in a cycle. I feel more freedom when my parents aren't around, They can't use the “dead name” or remind me that my chest isn't flat. When my family isn't around, I can be myself. Only the thing is, it's only when I am alone. And I am told everyday that I am not “He” or “Him.” I am just an “it” when they find out. So I guess I really have no gender, Because it switches from “H

The recoil of ignorance and a quiet mind End of the road, I can’t sleep in the cold anymore, the darkness silences. My thoughts and the constant suffering. The memories of the places I’ve been. There are too many reminders, the darkest corners. That night brings his violences to life. What about consent? I was too young, he rips through the stitches and the cycle begins. He gave me his demons, his characters. The resemblance shines through us. And even now, a year later, coats of makeup hide the swollen guilt that’s leftover from his sin. The nightmares plague me nearly every night. This, his absence is what’s b