Today I got home from physical therapy and was talking to my mom and to Namie about how I was unhappy about what happened there today. My mom's words were 'screw her.' And Namie's were 'my bby boy.' And told me how exactly she wanted to help me with people misgendering me. Something that really does get to me but I'm too anxious to correct people.

I had a crying fit.

I am so fucking lucky to have so many people that love and support me and I feel like I don't say that enough. For those of you who don't know, I'm a transgender male, and I've had an awesome coming out experience.

I had come out to my mother over AIM while I was in class. I started crying and Namie came to my rescue with cuddles. I had to go back to cuddles and she went back to The Cult (what I and my college friends call ourselves). I love these people. Class finally ends and I go up to the Gamer oom only to find Namie keeping guard, waiting for me to come up. We walk into the oom and I'm showered in colored construction paper confetti they ripped up and write stuff on for me. I'm so fuckin lucky.