adventures of a non-binary little awesome trans*person in a binary world.
Very powerful post.
It seemed to lift a big confusing weight off of C.J.’s Brother’s shoulders. It freed up some space in his brain and heart. There was a reason for C.J. being the way he was. There was a name for it. It made sense.
When something has a name it changes things. Especially when the name is big and long and official sounding, like “gender nonconforming.
Knowing that there’s a word to describe your experiences can be the difference between feeling weird and broken and...
What she says doesn’t always work, but still a good point.