our abro experience

on survival

It's probably not when you'd expect. Yes, I get misty at the Big Moments and the Conversations, and we have those every time. I love seeing the parents who are buying their kid's first Pride item, the trans girls spinning in skirts they just bought, the curve of fresh scars across a chest that's clearly seeing sunlight for the first time this summer. I love it all. I devour every minute of it.

But it's the parents who hand their kid a $20 or tap their Apple watch on our card reader and look slightly bored that get me, sometimes.

My G-d. It's not scary, it's not overwhelming, it's not tense and nervewacking. It's boring to them.

2 weeks ago, my brother tells me, my parents used the right name and pronouns for me through an entire dinner with Jake and his partner.

I turned 47 three days ago.

Today, a parent looked bored escorting their teenager around at Pride.

No, no, please, listen to me.

I love when parents are enthusiastic, it's so wonderful, but there is something so unspeakably precious to me about the idea of going to Pride with your kid being so fucking normal that you can be bored.

You're not nervous or on-guard, you aren't worried that you'll say the wrong thing because you're comfortable enough that you aren't constantly making sure you're not Doing It Wrong... you're just At This Thing Your Kid Wants To Do, and it's a fucking normal thing. It's normal like soccer. It's normal like summer camp. It's normal like 4th of July and the big family barbecue. Those things can be fun and cool but also they're so normal that you have the mental room to be bored.

Like, yes, I want the parents to be enthusiastic but also there's something so incredible about it being that fucking everyday of an event. I can't explain it any better than that.

Do you have any idea what I would give for my mother to be bored by the fact that I'm a giant transmasc dyke with two wives? For that part of me to be that level of normal to her?

pov: you're waking up and it's june 1st

happy pride! get absolutely silly with it.

+ a flag color-picked directly from this very worm.

I didn't know I was nonbinary until I was in my mid twenties because I truly thought you needed to have dysphoria to be enby/trans

Me: Huh. Unexpected, I'm not sure how to feel about that.

Magnus fandom, 2024: We're horny for this guy made of needles!

Me: Of course you are, my children. Be free.

Magnus fandom 2024: We're horny for this bulbous oozing clown man!

Me: I think 95% of your are being facetious, but the true 5% can go with god.

Magnus fandom, just now: We're horny for a member of the British Aristocracy!