This is an excerpt from my most recent journal entry in a private document that I have been writing. My parents think that I should publish a memoir or start a YouTube channel, but they are also my parents... so I want some honest opinions.
Is my writing anything special? I always got good grades in my English courses, but I just assumed it was because I knew how to abide by the MLA guidelines... *shrug*
You be the decide.
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July 4th, 2014
So today at my parents house, I was feeling a little bummed out and everyone knew about it. When I left, there were some text messages exchanged between my father and mother and me and it seemed to me like there was a lack of understanding on everything.
Let me back up. I was in guy-mode, presenting as Samuel, their son, and all they had ever known. I was trying to play the part but I wasn't feeling it, and although actual sickness had taken me for the better part of a week, I was feeling sick because I was putting on the charade that they had all become accustomed to. This wasn't me anymore, and they knew it, and I knew it. It felt fake to me, so it surely felt fake to them. With this inherent knowledge I vacated the premises so that I could go home and put on my wig and makeup, change into something more comfortable, and be free to be myself because surely no one would accept me for this horrid creature I had become.
Well, I guess the text messages were a bit too uncomfortable for my mother, so she told my dad that she was going to come over to my abode, and he decided to accompany her. I had just finished my make-up and began to work on trimming my fingernails when I heard a knock on the door and a few subsequent doorbell rings. Holy ->-bleeped-<-! I peeked out the window. Gold Mercury Grand-whatever-the-hell-its-called. My parents were standing outside of my house and I was dressed as a girl, in full make-up, pajamas, and wig. I had never actually met anyone in my new form so this was a first! Luckily it was my parents who have never described a single word of resentment towards me after hearing the big news.
It was only a few weeks ago when I broke it to them. We sat in their living room, draped in comfort and tiredness after a day of swimming and eating deliciously prepared food – a typical weekend vacation at casa de la Morrison. Everything was delicious and everyone was in good spirits... except for me.
I stood behind the door as I unlocked it and then proceeded to open it while standing out of sight from anyone with eyes. They entered the doorway and peered behind to see me and there was a brief silence before my mother became the first to speak....