In treatment for depression, I used my birth name for one month. That one month is all my parents needed to say I wasn't trans and that I was faking it and that it's a phase.
My mom won't let me go see an endocrinologist. My dad calls me 'butch'. My twin calls me my birth name and female pronouns.
Sometimes I can't wait to get to college, until I realize I'll probably end up looking like a baby boy with my pre-T face.
A collection of private thoughts from transmen all over the world.
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