#tomplicated

The taste of the word slowly disappears. The sound bounces of the walls. Tom, Tom, Tom. I stare into my own eyes. They look dead. My face is pale, paler than it has been in months, but my cheeks are slowly regaining colour. I let out a sigh. The mirror is at perfect height. My face and shoulders are masculine enough. They look like me. A bit boyish maybe, not like your typical sixteen year old, but still, me. The word hits home. Vaguely, yes, but home none the less. I hope to trick my parents into using it. I hope to trick them into thinking they came up with it. I hope they will start calling me their child, not their daughter. That they will stop referring to me as "a girl", with female pronouns, because let's face it, I have never been a Proper Girl. I am a person, maybe a guy or man, and I am Emrys, I might be Tom.

I just made a new blog where I hope to explore the option of taking on a second name. I also want to store my own journey somewhere. I have no idea whether it will help/become a thing, but you know, sometimes you need to try things out. I will hopefully post transition related things to that blog as well as general ponderings. Any one interested in following it: feel free to shoot a message.