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All my life We felt like I was hiring my life I' m the wrong body. My gen tier was
almost correct it switched to ale last month), but my race and
ethnicity was completely wrong. I was born white with pure European ancestry,
but We always found myself liking rap mu sic, fried chicken, and I could run
really fast. I toyed basketball and watermelon has been my f fvorite scent of all
time. As I grew older. society and media taught me that these interests are not
typical of a white person such as myself. My interests were more normal for
black people. I felt ashamed to eat chicken in front of my family, scared to wear
my favorite watermelon body mist. and scared to show my basketball skills on
the playground (because I was white and a female and we all know how
females aren' t supposed to show their athletic skill in public} when I was in high
school I really wanted to join the track team but I was so scary to try out
because I knew I would be ridiculed by my white peers for betraying my own
race and by my black peers for trying to encroach onto their territory. I allowed
my racial dysphoria to dictate my life for too long.
La st week I have came to the realization at just because my skin is white and I
am "genetically" [genetics is a social construction) Caucasian, that doesn' t
mean I am white. I' m black. All the signs are there and I feel black. therefore, I
am . Basterd I decided to embrace my new identity and wear
out in pubic. I went to the mall so I could buy some tomtits that were
less white and conservative and guess what, I fa cod nothing but oppression
and ignorance. I was told I was a racist biggot by black and white people. Atty
wold I be racist against my own race??? We flower felt so horrible in my life.
People have no idea how much We suffered my whole life, hiding who I really
am from eberyone. I have no friends of family for support and nobody knows
the real me. They have no idea how much courage it took for me to Wear my
out uh public. No, it' s not , it' s my identity. All these cis-
ethnic scum degraded me for finally wearing my identity on my face. what I
hope to accomplish from this post is to prove to the world at transelate is
real and we have real emotion s. so please read and share my story and help me
educate the oppressors out there.
All my life We felt like I was hiring my life I' m the wrong body. My gen tier was
almost correct it switched to ale last month), but my race and
ethnicity was completely wrong. I was born white with pure European ancestry,
but We always found myself liking rap mu sic, fried chicken, and I could run
really fast. I toyed basketball and watermelon has been my f fvorite scent of all
time. As I grew older. society and media taught me that these interests are not
typical of a white person such as myself. My interests were more normal for
black people. I felt ashamed to eat chicken in front of my family, scared to wear
my favorite watermelon body mist. and scared to show my basketball skills on
the playground (because I was white and a female and we all know how
females aren' t supposed to show their athletic skill in public} when I was in high
school I really wanted to join the track team but I was so scary to try out
because I knew I would be ridiculed by my white peers for betraying my own
race and by my black peers for trying to encroach onto their territory. I allowed
my racial dysphoria to dictate my life for too long.
La st week I have came to the realization at just because my skin is white and I
am "genetically" [genetics is a social construction) Caucasian, that doesn' t
mean I am white. I' m black. All the signs are there and I feel black. therefore, I
am . Basterd I decided to embrace my new identity and wear
out in pubic. I went to the mall so I could buy some tomtits that were
less white and conservative and guess what, I fa cod nothing but oppression
and ignorance. I was told I was a racist biggot by black and white people. Atty
wold I be racist against my own race??? We flower felt so horrible in my life.
People have no idea how much We suffered my whole life, hiding who I really
am from eberyone. I have no friends of family for support and nobody knows
the real me. They have no idea how much courage it took for me to Wear my
out uh public. No, it' s not , it' s my identity. All these cis-
ethnic scum degraded me for finally wearing my identity on my face. what I
hope to accomplish from this post is to prove to the world at transelate is
real and we have real emotion s. so please read and share my story and help me
educate the oppressors out there.
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