I don't even know why.. I just did. Probably something along the lines of laziness. I dunno.
But I'm at least back for right now. So those that don't know me, hi, I'm Skylar, your friendly neighborhood geek. No, really. In every way imagineable. Food? Yup. Scifi? Yup. Books? Yup. Philosophy? Yup. Music? Yup. Politics? Well.. moreso than most kids my age, at least.
I'm also very gay, and trans. Not very trans. Just trans. I'm pretty sure there is no very trans, but whatever. Point is I don't identify as trans, per se. That just happens to be the way I was born, and I'll never really try to escape that.. at the same time, I'm not gonna tell everybody I meet that I'm trans, it's not making my life some sort of major sob-story, I'm not that person who stands out in the streets and screams out "HEY GUESS WHAT? I'M TRANS!!" I'm an activist in the sense that I want equal rights, and I'm vocal about that, and I'm vocal about all gender issues, but I'm not vocal about myself. Whenever I'm vocal about myself it just results in people who have only ever known the real me using the wrong pronouns, and that's not something I can deal with. Especially when I pretty much identify as male, just a male who happens to have to complain a lot about medical system crap and whatever.
Speaking of which, I'm fifteen. I've been out as trans since fourteen, I've been going to every doctor within two hours of me for the past year to try to get testosterone. Nobody will help. It's not because my body's not ready (I've done the research), it's not because I'm not mature enough, or I don't know myself well enough (I haven't changed my mind since I was six), it's just because I'm fifteen instead of sixteen. And I will be for another five months. So that's awesome.
What else? I dunno. I guess that's pretty much been my life since I left. I had a boyfriend for a while, which was a bad idea.. not because I got hurt, because I hurt him. I shouldn't have been with him in the first place, and I ended up hurting him a lot. I wish I hadn't agreed.
I need motivation for homework. Bleh.