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  1. Akimikoisthecutest
    Real. I still should come out to the rest of my D&D group, but I just haven't gotten around to it yet.
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    Yeah, it took way longer than it should have to actually come out
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    I CAME OUT TO MY THERAPIST!
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    Ok, so I assume you saw this, but I've put the third one up now. I don't even remember what I have and haven't said on here Yeah Here is a map from Erininthemorning I was like that for a whole year. That's why most everyone thinks I'm genderfluid, because I hinted at it very heavily before I realized I was allowed to be trans.
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    I'm going to come out to my therapist finally! I will do it today!

    1. Usseewa

      Usseewa

      Gl!

    2. Usseewa

      Usseewa

      did'ja?

  6. Akimikoisthecutest
    More gay! Yipee! We could always use another! What flavor of gay be you? Uhh, also I'm seeing my therapist today so I will come out finally!
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    The fluorescent lights of Mr. Hemmingsworth’s AP Sociology class hum with a clinical, soul-sucking frequency. I sit three rows back and two seats over from Luanne, hidden behind the broad, stiff shoulders of my own jacket. Mr. Hemmingsworth is droning on about “social structures” and “the invisible threads that bind us,” but all I can see is the island of oak where Luanne sits alone. She doesn’t look like an invisible thread. She looks like a jagged, purple lightning bolt in a room full of gray static. While the rest of the class scribbles notes on class procedures, I watch her hand move. She isn’t taking notes. She’s leaning over that leather-bound journal, her purple glitter pen carving out mountain ranges and watchtowers. I see a crumpled ball of paper land on her desk—a silent, paper-thin slur thrown by someone in the front row—but she doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t even unfold it. Instead, she knocks it aside, and draws right over it, her pen moving with a steady, rhythmic grace that makes my own hands feel like they’re vibrating with static. I want that steadiness. I want to know how she can be so comfortable in a room that is actively trying to erase her. The bell rings, a sharp, metallic scream that shatters the silence. The sea of students begins to part, giving Luanne that familiar, wide berth as she starts to roll up her maps. My heart hammers against my ribs—a trapped bird trying to break through my chest. If I don’t speak now, I’m just a passenger again, watching her walk out of my life and into a world I don’t understand. I stand up. My legs feel like lead anchors, but I force them to move toward her table. “What kind of a world are you building?” I say. My voice is thin, cracking under the weight of the name Arthur. “I’ve never played D&D but, I’d love to learn?” Luanne freezes. Her thumb, stained with a galaxy-purple smudge, rests on the edge of the parchment. She looks up, and for a second, I feel like she’s reading my blueprint, looking straight past the winter coat of my body and into the person underneath. “Uh, sure! We can always use more players. Though I hope that you don’t mind us?” she says. ‘‘Us? Who’s us?” Before she responds, she reaches into her bag and slides a neon-orange flier across the desk. It covers the crumpled note her bullies threw. “Real worlds are hard to find,” she says, her voice steady as a heartbeat. “But we’re building one tonight. 4:00 PM at Orange Street. Don’t be late, Arthur.” She says my name like it’s a temporary placeholder. Then, she shoulders her bag and vanishes into the hallway, leaving me standing over an orange map to a place I’ve never been. I reach down, and grab the note she left on the table, eager to see what it says. I can’t do the ‘girl’ thing today. Tell the group my character is meditating in the tavern. I’m in the back of the Q, if you can slip away. I just need to be me for a minute. My mind is racing! There is someone like me. Someone who just can’t deal with their gender on a regular basis. As always, I would really love some critiques. Thanks
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    Uh, I'm out to all of my closest friends. They are really hard to find ones with pro trans laws for minors tho... um, I'm on chapter 3? How much have I put on here?
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    Maybe, but I'd be hesitant to leave my friends... I have some really good friends in my life, and I'm not sure where we would move too...
  10. Akimikoisthecutest
    Yep, in my state you can't really be trans. You either pass or you don't and are seen as a pervert. It's rough and there is not much I can do to transition.
  11. Akimikoisthecutest
    Yep. I live in a very homophobic state.
  12. Akimikoisthecutest
    I mean, not really.
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    I can't it's illegal where I live.
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    That's really rough. I would absolutely press the button. Even before I "knew" I was trans, I wondered what it would be like to be a girl. Well that sucks, That's exactly what I worried. What should I do then?
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    It's because of my Spanish keyboard, bc I'm in Spanish class. I've done some, but should do more, but I feel like stupid testosterone just keeps undoing all of the progress I've made
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    Itś so low. Iḿ almost a bass and itś bugging me. I don't think that Iĺl be able to have a feminine voice even after voice training.
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    Consume it to see if I have allomantic abilities. WWYDIIYF a Shardblade in your pocket?
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    Luckyyyyyyyy... My voice is chopped
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    For Week 2 of this series, we’re talking about the Secret Wardrobe—that first piece of clothing or jewelry that actually felt like you, even if you only ever wore it behind closed doors. When you’re a trans girl navigating the early stages of transition, the world feels like a place where you’re constantly performing. You wear the "boy clothes" like a heavy set of armor that doesn't quite fit, waiting for the moment you can go home and take the mask off. But for me, the first time I felt like the real "me" wasn't because of a big, flashy outfit. It was because of two tiny, delicate things: a small necklace and a simple ring. The necklace was the first thing. It wasn't anything fancy—just a thin gold chain with a tiny pendant that rested right against my collarbone. Most people think of jewelry as a way to show off, but for me, this was the ultimate secret. I could wear it under a t-shirt or a hoodie, and no one would ever know it was there. But I knew. Throughout the day, I could feel the slight weight of it against my skin. It was a physical anchor to my identity. In moments where I felt overwhelmed by dysphoria or the pressure to blend in, that little piece of metal was a reminder that the girl I was becoming was still there, tucked away safely. It’s a strange feeling, finding your "true" self in something so small. But on the 17th Shard, we talk a lot about how small details define a person's spirit. This necklace was my first step toward aligning my physical body with my soul. Then there was the ring. It was just a thin, silver-colored band, but it changed how I looked at my own hands. When you’re transitionining, you spend a lot of time scrutinizing yourself. You look at your hands while you're typing, playing games, or just holding a glass of water, and sometimes they don't feel like they belong to you. But when I slipped that ring on, everything shifted. Suddenly, my hands looked more like mine. I only wore it at home at first. I’d sit at my desk, looking at the way the light caught the band while I scrolled through the forums. It was a visual confirmation of the person I was working so hard to be. It wasn't about fashion; it was about self-recognition. When you wear something just for yourself, you’re telling your brain that your identity is valid regardless of who sees it. There is a specific kind of peace in being "dressed" as yourself in your own room. These small items were the training wheels for my transition. They gave me the courage to eventually move toward the bigger, louder parts of my wardrobe. For anyone else on the Shard going through this, or even if you're just starting to question things: don't underestimate the power of the small stuff. Sometimes a half-inch of gold chain is all you need to feel like you’re finally standing on solid ground.
  20. Akimikoisthecutest

    Alright! Bye everyone! See you on monday!

    1. Usseewa

      Usseewa

      Ciao! Hasta luego!

    2. ___

      ___

      Au revoir! Arrivederci! Sayonara!

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    Español
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    Real.
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    Yeah they do
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    I can't. I can't get any without my parents knowing. They're pretty much helicopter parents
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    I really want to pass, but I don't think it's going to be possible. It's really nice that you feel comfortable using the woman's bathrooms.
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