(I would like to apologize before hand for all the spelling and grammar errors. I wrote this on my phone and the website wouldn’t allow me to see what I was writing.)
First things first I would like to introduce myself. Hello, my name is Coury Negan, I am bisexual and transmasculine. I am currently dating a wonderful person who’s name will not be mentioned unless/until they give me permission. Now, to jump into things.
Said person that I am dating is wonderful and so is their family. I absolutrly live their mom and their little sister. Well, their mom isn’t so supporting of the LGBTQ+ community, especially the T. Well, as I mentioned I am a trans guy, and as I did not mention the person I am dating is Nonbinery. I am out to their mom as trans and they just came out to their mom as Non-binary.
Their mom decided that she was going to have a talk with me and explain to me that I am indeed not a guy and that I am a girl. She hasn’t called me yet, but I’m waiting. Everyone I have tails agrees with one thing, it’s not right or okay to do that.
Who is she to tell me who I am when she doesn’t know me? Who is she to tell me who I am when she isn’t me? And who is she to tell me what gender I am when she has not had to live like me, hating her most and wishing things were flat uptop and a lot less flat down below? The answer is, she is no one when it comes to that. Because no one but myself is aloud to tell me who I am, who I can love, whether I am a guy or a girl, shoot, they’re not even aloud to tell me what I will eat for breakfast.
The truth is, I choose who I am and who I will be because I am my own person and everyone else’s opinions of me don’t matter, and they don’t scare me. I don’t care if I’m the “tranny” or the “faggot” in the classroom, I will own the fact that I am. I have to be proud of who I am because no one else is going to be proud for me.
You know, the worst part is, is that she had the guts to say that my own parents don’t actually support me for being gay and certainly not for being trans. She doesn’t even know my parents. Sure, my dad may not support me for being trans but he is coming around, and my sexuality on the other hand doesn’t bother him. My mom, she 100% supports me, no doubt in my mind. She once told me that she didn’t car if one day I had to haunt scars across my chest and facial hair as long as I am happy, and as long as I am proud of who I am and show that I am proud. I’ve remembered that since.
My point is, stand up. Stop being the quiet kid in the back of the class that secretly has things to say. Stand up and shout it because no one is going to do it for you. Voice your opinion because all those people who hate on you for it? They’re nothing to be afraid of because they can’t touch you. Rise to the top of the world and let them know who you are and that you’re not backing down because you a valid and you are loved by the people around you whether it be you blood family or your chosen family.
LGBTQ+ Rights Fight 