verdigrisfille:

wadeinthefire:

booksandzines:

ellierantsforever:

genderedintelligence:

The Trans Youth Sexual Health booklet was produced by trans people aged 16-24 at Gendered Intelligence, in partnership with Terrence Higgins Trust. The project allowed young trans people to get together as a group and learn about sexual health, and also to discuss how to make sexual health information more relevant to trans people. As a result, a group of young people produced this information booklet, which is aimed at trans youth and their partners.

Check out the full pdf here. Hard copies can be ordered here.

this is really good.

Brilliant.

BRB READING

Important resources to have in this world! 

I admit it: I’m jealous. 

I’m jealous of the cis guys who had the boyhood I would die for and almost did. I’m jealous of their dad and mum who call them son. I’m jealous of the stubble on their faces, the low rumble of their voice, the way their chest could never be mistaken for anything else. 

I know that boys and men and guys aren’t their youth or combined body parts. I know I’m just as much of a boy, a man as them, but I can’t help but feel anger and jealously flip over inside me because I was “born a girl” and my family won’t ever let me forget this. 

It’s at it’s all time worst, this whole family business. It’s hard to swallow her and she and miss, but I think I choked on “You can want to be a boy all you want, but you’ll never be one” the other day and “I don’t want to ever understand” is something I won’t soon forget. 

The truth is I need to leave. The sooner, the faster, the fucking better. If I go back to college, if I stay here… I don’t know how much more I can take. I certainly can’t take two more years of it though. 

I’m just done. I’ve given up on them, but I have friends and a boyfriend who love me, so that’s something to look at and smile about. 

Thought of the day:  I am not my transition. I’m so much more than that.

So, my mum said something today that is both nice and terrible at the same time. 

We were talking about trans* stuff as we do sometimes and she just looked at me real serious for a moment and said, “You know if I could do it over again I would” and I asked her what she meant and she said, “I’d make it so you were born a boy.” 

The pause in her sentence was where “real” would be and even though she didn’t say it I know that’s what she meant. 

If I could do it all over again yeah, I’d probably choose to be cis too. Well, I can’t say that, can I? Sometimes I think I’d choose being trans* again if I had another chance. Not a lot of the time, but sometimes. 

It hurts me that she can’t see that I’m her son. I’m a boy. I’ve always been a boy. I’m more than willing to be her son… she’s just gotta let me, you know?

Sigh. 

inkstainedqueer:

This is what I want to look like in the future.

I’ve opened up my ask box (and the anonymous feature, questions/comments that I receive will tell me if this was a good decision or not) so if you want to ask me some questions or whatever you can do that here now. 

ancient-amateur:

Per my boyfriends suggestion this is what I’ve done to perfect the card my grandmother lovingly gave me this morning. 

Aside from receiving a card from my grandmother that had “Dear granddaughter” written on the top and a bunch of she’s, her’s and misses’s it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. 

About to step out the door and go to the Hell of Misgendering aka a family get-together/dinner. 

Any words of encouragement? I could use them right now.