I'll try to post this quickly as my mom sleeps in a recliner in the living room, but in case you didn't know, today is "TDOR," which is a day to remember those killed for being transgendered. Two years ago, my name almost went down as yet another statistic, although no one would've ever known it because my parents have been keeping my sexuality a deep, dark secret ever since I cut my hair at age 10 (and never grew it out again).
See, in June of 2010, I thought I wouldn't survive to see another fall, or even the summer solstice, which is the dividing line between my sign (Gemini) and Cancer the Crab. What happened was, my birthday was ruined a few days before it happened by a long-distance call from an uncle, telling my mom (his sister) that I'd "come-out" as transgender to several family members and swore them to secrecy.
So naturally, she cried for several hours, not because she didn't know this facet of my personality, but because she was ashamed of me for telling them. I wasn't surprised by this and promised "not to ever do it again," saying, "Yes, Mother Dear" through blubbering sobs when she threatened to kill me "if I ever talk about wanting to be a man again." So I can accept that it cannot be discussed with her.
But my dad is the one who surprised me. He hasn't lived with us since January of 2005, but when he found-out, he came over, cursed me out, and said, "What's this BS about you wanting to be a man? You'd never last a day as a man because you'd mouth-off to the wrong person and they'd kill you!" So could someone please explain what he would be losing if I chose to live as a guy? They already have a "normal" daughter who is now 20, so why would they rather bury me than see me happy with a flat chest and a deeper voice? I mean, why does a 60-year-old, dead-beat, wife-divorcing, graduation-missing father need two "feminine" daughters, anyway?