Quote from: VeryGnawty on April 23, 2008, 07:37:53 AM
My best friend. It's kind of funny that way, because we have this real macho guy thing going on, and he'd get really embarrassed if I started acting all girly. And I know he'd never go for me if I ever transitioned to female. He'd think it's all icky and stuff.
But he wouldn't really care in the end. He adapts to anything. The guy is a genius, and absolutely hates being anything that even resembles ignorance. In fact, that's why we are so close. We both have a fascination with knowledge and the universe, and we both absolutely can't stand ignorance (especially in ourselves).
He's also incredibly sexy in his own way, although I would never seriously tell him as long as I appear male. That would just be...strange.
Well... Strange but certainly not bad considering how much you hate ignorance and share things in common. Who knows what quantum leaps one would make to adapt. Heh... Or maybe not. My late friend was very much like that, only a bit more deviant I'd think...
My newer friend is very similar to me. She is very well-read, strays away from common notions of gender, tends to have a myriad of personas like me, and is an extremely nice and sage-like person. I consider them an older sibling actually, which is comforting when all I have is a younger brother who already thinks I'm an embarrassment without knowing about my problems. She is a very good artist, and the things she would consider a crappy sketch are priceless to me. They reinspire me when I find myself in a rut. I no longer trust my mom after the nonsense she pulled, and my other friend (older brother dude) knows nothing of my problems, and I frankly don't think he's mature enough to handle it. I don't know exactly where to place this person. I certainly love them in many ways, but I could never imagine pursuing this in any other way but something like sibling to sibling. I like it that way anyway. She doesn't know I'm on hormones though... And I'm kind of choked on how to tell her. Part of me just wants to not stop, because the results feel so right to me, the other part, the self-preservation side, is in total fear. I feel more myself, and like it much more, yet the voice telling me I'm a freak is still going off non-stop, and not just the fact of awkwardness and that kind of a quantum leap, but the fact that I don't want anyone to worry about me when they are far too busy to. I like taking weight off of peoples shoulders, not dumping a car on them. There are a couple of constants I think about every single day. My dead friend, my cat, college, and her.