Okay, so I'm always struggling with my friends, if it isn't the trans stuff, it's the "you don't support me" stuff... Like, really? I can only count on one person that's my friend to talk about everything, and I don't want to overwhelm them.

Like my friend, let's call her E. She's kinda sorta staying with me, and we were talking about something, and she asks me if "they're like I use to be", as in, trans. And I'm like "use to be", WTF? Just because I...

There is never going to be the right time to come out. My mom is away and I considered doing it, but she's coming back tomorrow and the place is nearby this town that has the slowest internet.

Sometimes it feels really hopeless. I was also considering it during summer camp, but I'm not going anymore (which is kind of a relief, actually.) And then the rest of the time this summer I'm not going to be able to get away from her to send her an email. I've decided that email works better...

As A Child, Played With Female Barbies = Still Female.

I have to admit it, as a child I was the one who played the female with barbies, I was the one that had all the little children and was constantly choosing all the cute clothing. And apparently for my friend, that is enough to say that I am a female

But, in my defense... I only owned about two different male dolls, which were either broken or lost. And besides, the girls had better clothing!

Another...

This is basically about my friend… And I think she's finally in some shape or form, understanding me. Understanding my position in gender and sex and how I am George and that I am male, and that I might not be the most manly male ever, that I still am male.

Like with the "Why George?" Blog thing, she's gotten that I have a name and that name is not my female name and was even interested in it and about finding another could be name, through I think I'll stick with George,...

So I went out with my friend today, since I wanted to get out and had money (for once). Anyways, we were sitting down in the snack (... this place that can be expensive but serves enough fries in their small fries to feed two). And we come up to the conversation that I'm not totally sure if we should have had it in public, but whatever (I've made comments about a cute girl in front of people who are parents of my classmates, so whatever). And she tells me that she was wondering "Why George?"-...