Wow. It's been awhile. I don't remember when I left here, but I've turned 18, (I'm 19 now) had a girlfriend of 9 months, was engaged, broke up, moved several times, moved back with her, got kicked out, and that is where the story begins. I lived as a girl for almost a year during/after I was with her cause I didn't want her to break up with me for "confusing her", as she said. Looking back, it was stupid and I know now that I gotta live for me, and we weren't meant to be together anyhow.
Anyhow, she kicked me out in the beginning of December. At that time, I was still living as a female. In a way, that had its positives, including that I stayed in a shelter for part of my homelessness. I was in a few shelters actually, hopped the bus to a nearby big city twice, and came back both times. I've lived in my car, lived on the streets, I've been around. Currently I am living with my gay friendly friend who I met at the one shelter. He and I are both getting houses through a program that pays for our rent and utilities for a year while we get back on our feet, except he has already recieved his funding and apartment and I am still waiting on mine. I'm technically not allowed to even stay there, but seeing as my other alternative was the streets, our caseworker said I could stay there until I get my place and is conveinently ignoring the fact that I'm staying there. Bless that man.
Anyhow, if you recall, before when i was here I had no friends, and a non supportive family. Well, I was informed by an unverifiable source that my dad has passed, but I can't confirm it. Oh well. Never knew him. My mom is in bad health. But I have one amazing best friend, and a whole drag family. I introduced my roommate to the gay bar up the street one day last month...and since then we both go there every night. I started performing. There is another ftm drag king there...so he gets me. It's all good. I make a few tips here and there performing. I enjoy it, it really helped me to get out of my shell. I'm alot more positive now, don't care what people think of me, am not afraid to live life anymore. Becoming homeless really changed me for the better. I also gained 11 pounds of muscle from walking everywhere.
Anyhow, just thought I'd let everybody know I'm ok. I'm looking forward to the 12th to the 14th, when I'm doing a temp job selling consessions. With the money I can't wait to get another bottle of rogaine so I can have real sideburns again, and have enough left to pay to get my GED. Keep on keepin on guys...much love.
