There isn't too much point to this. I guess I'm just talking for hearing myself talk (or, rather typing to see myself type.)
Anyway, as you can see from the title, sometimes I just feel sorry for the people around me. My gender, at the moment, isn't really that big a deal to me. Some people take me as female, some people take me as male. Sometimes I do masculine things, and sometimes I do feminine things. I take it how it is since I can't start therapy or hormones until I'm away from my parents.
But I know it's definitely a big deal for them. Lately people have been taking me as male ("how's your daughter? I didn't know you had a son.) and this is increasingly disturbing to my mother. She's been doing it to me too (you know, what every other FTM's mother seems to have done, try to get me into feminine clothes and to grow my hair out.) I keep getting that "well, when you're older and you grow out of this phase, you're pretty." "Someday, when you have a job and you have to dress feminine, you'll do it." (you can't have an office job in her mind without wasting most of your paycheck on clothing and thick makeup and high heels.)
And my father, I don't know what he'll think. Maybe feel awkward about the years of trying to be subtle with his humour and such and trying to treat my like a girl. Admittedly though, even if he doesn't know I consider myself male, he doesn't hassle me about it. He's pretty cool with the way I am.
There's also the boyfriend, who is real nice and I don't really want to do this to him. He'll either be turned off/offended/hurt/whatever and leave or accept it and have to come to terms with being seen as gay. And then there's the problem of me being increasingly attracted to women, but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. Not like I'm openly lesbian, or considered male and I doubt there are many women I have a chance with.
And my friends, they'll probably think I'm a freak and stop talking to me but that doesn't matter. I probably won't see these guys once I'm (hopefully) in a college and getting on with life. Probably the same as the boyfriend, but I'd like to think that we might stay in contact, at least for a while.
Meh. . . So basically, just a six-in-the-morning confused ramble about life/feelings/relationships. Because I don't have a blog.