School.

Already. Great start. But last school year ended aftrr a large amount of drama, yada yada yada, not important now, summrr break starts. Woohoo. Everypony's been waiting for the year to be over because of break, and it's grand. 

The silly fun house wasn't grand. First or second week of break, mental hospital. Not fun. I've been a trans man since the fifth grade pretty sure, but my dad shut me down fastrr than I could say anything so I never said anything to my mom or sister.

Anyway. The place I went to was very LGBTQIA+ friendly, so when I got there, "Oh, hello, young woman!! What's your name? What's your pronouns?" was very nice. But I said he/him because if they're gonna have this on paper, I might as well.

The week was okay, but time skip a week or so. My mom and my stepdad pick me up and my mom comes up to me. "So you go by he now?" I was. Surprised? I sorta just stood in front of her for a solid twenty seconds before replying with an awkward "sorta kinda maybe" before just saying yes.

I'm getting sidetracked here but I thought this part was funny. She mentioned how she had two sons now, cause I had a brother and a stepsibling but like three days ago she came out as transfem. Oh, how the tables have turned. . .

OKAY. POINT OF THIS POST. SOZ.

Ahem. How in Equestria am I gonna softlaunch my new gender identity? All these people know me as a woman besides my ex, and he was a bitch. I just. Hh. It's keeping me up at night. Hollyyyy yaappp. Yawn. Bye.