I'm trying to figure out if I'm a dude or not and I thought I was being stealth two months ago hitting up my mom like "Hey I might get a chest reduction what's ur opinion" then last night with the "Yo if I was a guy what would you name me" I GOT A FUCKING PHONE CALL LIKE "You know you can just tell me you're trans. You'll still have depression as a man but whatever. You know my opinion doesn't fuckin matter right just tell people to fuck off, you used to always tell people to fuck off, what changed why do you give a shit now. You were cooler when you were eight and didn't give a fuck" AS IF THAT WAS A CONVERSATUON I WAS READY FOR AT SEVEN IN THE GODDAMN MORNING
I remember telling my dad over the phone I was transitioning and he just said, yeah that happens, and continued audibly eating a salad.

