Post the Seventeenth: Con Report Part 2
Time to back up and explain things. Fair warning in case you didn't parse it from last time: I'm going to be talking about being trans. While I try to keep it light-hearted and very generalized, it does involve me speaking frankly about things like growing up closeted, etc. So if those things are an issue for you--for one, I'm sorry--but also you may want to skip over this entry. (Also, not going to pretend any of this is particularly well-written.) Leftover drawing provided for buffer space. On some level I don't know where to start with this. Growing up in the mid-80s I was always very aware that I was extremely boyish. I was also aware that this was a marked disappointment to my parents, who had already gone through one tomboy kid and really wanted me to be this frilly super-effeminate girl with blonde curls. They did not get that. They got the kid that played with robots, rooted around in the woods, and had zero interest in taking care of...