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Out..ftmDear Mom and Dad,
I figured since today is National Coming Out Day, I should send this to you. I wrote this a while ago not even thinking of sharing it.
What I am about to tell you, you already know. Although, I'm not sure if you understand it or even acknowledge it. Therefore, I feel the need to tell you again and try to explain it a little better.
First, know that this is definitely not the effect of you raising me the wrong way, not dressing me girly enough, the internet, or anything like that at all. I am this way because I was born like this. I was born me, my own individual. And with being one's own individual comes certain aspects about the person only he or she has. For me, one of these aspects is that I don't feel as if my body matches my brain. In other words, my gender identity, or the way I feel about myself, does not fit my biological sex, which is what is assigned to me at birth. This is a very difficult thing to grasp, I know. I didn't even understand it.
HonestyTo anyone who wants to claim that 'reparative' therapy (to convert homosexuals to heterosexuals) should be legal for minors: at least be honest about what you support.
Systematically dehumanizing patients by telling them that they are dirty, broken, and shameful. Verbal abuse is a central part of the therapy.
Isolating patients from their friends and family and removing any methods of contact like phones and computers. Only approved people are allowed to be contacted at all. Phone calls are often monitered by therapists, violating any hope of privacy. Letters are read before being sent and, if the counselor does not approve of the content, they are discarded.
Coercing frequent confessions from the patients about how they are sinful or worthless. Often privileges like the ability to contact family or leave the facility are withheld until the counselor feels the patient expresses e
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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