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Bubba, Christmas, and Dad: This reminds me of the night I came out to my mother. I had spent the entire day trying to gain the courage, watching all these coming out videos, thinking of the consequences. I had been spending the past two years on the internet going as my preferred name, telling my parents it was just a nickname, and that they didn't have to worry about it. Eventually, I just marched into her room and told her that we needed to talk. I remember how it started to vividly. "Mom. Do you know how you have three kids? Me, bubba, and sissy?" She nodded, I knew she would. "What if I told you that you only have one daughter?" And then she started yelling. I only remember bits and pieces of what she said after that. It was lots of, "You're too young." if I'm being honest. And eventually, I just left the room. Not the house, I was only twelve and cried in my bedroom. Of all the people I expected to be accepting of my identity, it was my mother. She's the only straight one out of all of her siblings. And yet, here she was, telling me that I wasn't going to be called by my preferred name so long as I lived under her roof. But all I could do was cry and tell myself that maybe she was right. Maybe she just knew what I wanted more than I did. But she didn't. Before that night, I tried to come out to both her and my dad on multiple occasions. And they told me that I was just a tomboy. They told me I was a tomboy, and that I would be over it soon. But I wasn't ever going to get over it. And I still haven't. It's been about a year and a half since that night, and I am proud to say that I am starting T soon! I asked my mom just last night, December sixth, after we finished watching The Polar Express like we do every Christmas. And I am even prouder to say that my parents now fully accept me for who I am! They still slip up, using She her when on the phone with my not-so-supportive family (I won't get into how they act because I don't want to cause any dysphoria <3), but they're doing their best and that's what counts. Needless to say, I'm doing great! Thank you for tuning in! Love you all, Michael The one where he comes out of the closet
Bubba, Christmas, and Dad: This reminds me of the night I came out to my mother. I had spent the entire day trying to gain the courage, watching all these coming out videos, thinking of the consequences. I had been spending the past two years on the internet going as my preferred name, telling my parents it was just a nickname, and that they didn't have to worry about it. Eventually, I just marched into her room and told her that we needed to talk. I remember how it started to vividly. "Mom. Do you know how you have three kids? Me, bubba, and sissy?" She nodded, I knew she would. "What if I told you that you only have one daughter?" And then she started yelling. I only remember bits and pieces of what she said after that. It was lots of, "You're too young." if I'm being honest. And eventually, I just left the room. Not the house, I was only twelve and cried in my bedroom. Of all the people I expected to be accepting of my identity, it was my mother. She's the only straight one out of all of her siblings. And yet, here she was, telling me that I wasn't going to be called by my preferred name so long as I lived under her roof. But all I could do was cry and tell myself that maybe she was right. Maybe she just knew what I wanted more than I did. But she didn't. Before that night, I tried to come out to both her and my dad on multiple occasions. And they told me that I was just a tomboy. They told me I was a tomboy, and that I would be over it soon. But I wasn't ever going to get over it. And I still haven't. It's been about a year and a half since that night, and I am proud to say that I am starting T soon! I asked my mom just last night, December sixth, after we finished watching The Polar Express like we do every Christmas. And I am even prouder to say that my parents now fully accept me for who I am! They still slip up, using She her when on the phone with my not-so-supportive family (I won't get into how they act because I don't want to cause any dysphoria <3), but they're doing their best and that's what counts. Needless to say, I'm doing great! Thank you for tuning in! Love you all, Michael The one where he comes out of the closet

The one where he comes out of the closet

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Hell, Boy, and You: Whoa here he comes, watchout boy he'll chew you up. Whoa here he comes, he's a
Hell, Boy, and You: Whoa here he comes, watchout boy he'll chew you up. Whoa here he comes, he's a

Whoa here he comes, watchout boy he'll chew you up. Whoa here he comes, he's a

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Destiny, Paradox, and Pink: Look how they massacred my boy. Saint-14 when he comes back to see the Perfect Paradox covered in a thick layer of dust and a hot pink shader
Destiny, Paradox, and Pink: Look how they massacred my boy. Saint-14 when he comes back to see the Perfect Paradox covered in a thick layer of dust and a hot pink shader

Saint-14 when he comes back to see the Perfect Paradox covered in a thick layer of dust and a hot pink shader

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Ass, Bad, and Crying: ile: 1361731956805.jpg-(5 KB, 240x179, Insane hobo kid with poliojpg) Anonymous (ID: cc1mr+26) 02/24/13(Sun)13:52:36 No.46 1 009390 Be 9 year old me Have a bad stomach for 2 weeks Doctors say I might be allergic to milk fuckthatjpg I love O'boy (chocoloate milk) and will never stop drinking it Wake up one morning with extreme stomach pain Spend entire morning on toilet No more pains thank god Go out for breakfast, make tuna toast for me and my 5 year old bro Fucking delicious, but something is missing l crave O'boy now, my earlier stomach pains are completely forgotten Mmmmh fucking O'boy man >A few hours pass, playing mario kart with brother He sucks, i'm laughing at him, although he's only 5, he should know how to throw bananas Laughing really hard by now, can't breath mfw he's driving the wrong direction lwin the round, waiting for everyone to end the lap 5 year old bro haven't even driven his first lap yet My sides are now sprawiling on the floor >l get this brilliant idea to fart in his face (done this many times before) >l pull down my underwear and put my ass-cheeks towards his face Let out a huge fart Fart is followed by liquid shit My peacefully playing little brother is now getting sprayed with shit >A few seconds pass, bro looks like he's about to cry Suddenly he screams louder than ive ever heard anyone scream before Dad heard the scream He comes in and sees his youngest kid sprayed with shit, crying l stand there without underwear, shocked Dad pukes Lil' bro is crying >l begin to cry Grounded for 2 weeks. Ihaven't drinked O'boy ever since, although i'm not allergic to milk Anon drinks O'boy
Ass, Bad, and Crying: ile: 1361731956805.jpg-(5 KB, 240x179, Insane hobo kid with poliojpg) Anonymous (ID: cc1mr+26) 02/24/13(Sun)13:52:36 No.46 1 009390 Be 9 year old me Have a bad stomach for 2 weeks Doctors say I might be allergic to milk fuckthatjpg I love O'boy (chocoloate milk) and will never stop drinking it Wake up one morning with extreme stomach pain Spend entire morning on toilet No more pains thank god Go out for breakfast, make tuna toast for me and my 5 year old bro Fucking delicious, but something is missing l crave O'boy now, my earlier stomach pains are completely forgotten Mmmmh fucking O'boy man >A few hours pass, playing mario kart with brother He sucks, i'm laughing at him, although he's only 5, he should know how to throw bananas Laughing really hard by now, can't breath mfw he's driving the wrong direction lwin the round, waiting for everyone to end the lap 5 year old bro haven't even driven his first lap yet My sides are now sprawiling on the floor >l get this brilliant idea to fart in his face (done this many times before) >l pull down my underwear and put my ass-cheeks towards his face Let out a huge fart Fart is followed by liquid shit My peacefully playing little brother is now getting sprayed with shit >A few seconds pass, bro looks like he's about to cry Suddenly he screams louder than ive ever heard anyone scream before Dad heard the scream He comes in and sees his youngest kid sprayed with shit, crying l stand there without underwear, shocked Dad pukes Lil' bro is crying >l begin to cry Grounded for 2 weeks. Ihaven't drinked O'boy ever since, although i'm not allergic to milk Anon drinks O'boy
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Food, Back, and Cat: Every night he comes to our back yard to eat the leftover cat food. We call him Randy.
Food, Back, and Cat: Every night he comes to our back yard to eat the leftover cat food. We call him Randy.

Every night he comes to our back yard to eat the leftover cat food. We call him Randy.

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Food, Cat, and Once: This is Neighborhood Cat. He comes by every once and awhile for a can of wet food :D
Food, Cat, and Once: This is Neighborhood Cat. He comes by every once and awhile for a can of wet food :D

This is Neighborhood Cat. He comes by every once and awhile for a can of wet food :D

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Love, Cat, and Canelo: Canelo. My big cat from outside enjoying comfort and love when he comes inside.
Love, Cat, and Canelo: Canelo. My big cat from outside enjoying comfort and love when he comes inside.

Canelo. My big cat from outside enjoying comfort and love when he comes inside.

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Being Alone, Family, and Fire: "You die, you lose Share All changes saved in Drive File Edit View Insert Format Tools Add-ons Help В I A T Normal text EEEE E Editing 100% 11 U X Arial 1 1 2 3 4 5 6 "You die, you lose!" Screamed Felix as he ran down the battlefield opening fire at India. His opposing team has already taken down his closest allies; Seán, Mark, and Jimmy, and although they have been defeated they still follow Felix through the battlefield giving him their support. Felix tries to fire his gun at a nearby enemy but he finds that his gun is out of ammunition. He runs to find the nearest rock to duck behind. Felix has found the perfect rock, with running momentum he drops down to the ground and slides behind the rock. When he's behind the rock he pulls out a mag and loads his semi-automatic rifle. Before jumping out of cover he takes a deep breath and remembers his allies. He pulls out a note that has a poorly rhymed poem written by Seán, the poem read, "Roses are red /Kid army rise /We will get this bread/ Felix won't stop until his foe dies." The poem gives him hope, he springs out of cover and starts opening fire, as he's doing so, he thinks to himself, "This is the biggest mission man can be faced with, trying to single-handedly take down an entire army." He soon realizes he isn't alone, he realizes he has the support of hundreds of million "bros" as he calls them. He summons his army by chanting "chunga chunga chunga chunga" over and over again in a rhythm that would mesmerize anyone listening, shortly after he hears a noise in the distance, Felix looks behind him and on the hill, he sees what must be millions upon millions of soldiers coming to fight alongside Felix. "IT WORKED, THEY HEARD THE CHANT!" he screamed out in joy. Felix was approached by a soldier that goes by the name of Patrick Adair, the soldier gives Felix what appears to be a ring, "What's this?" asked Felix, Patrick responds by saying "I have engineered a ring that when you put it on it fries any enemy system around you, and in some cases it even jams certain guns." Felix smiles from cheek to cheek once he looks up on the hill seeing Jimmies family standing there with a homemade banner that reads "FELIX WILL BE VICTORIOUS!" the banner seems to be formed with what looks like, some blankets. Felix realized he can't be defeated, he put the ring on his right hand as he starts running towards India screaming "best think you haven't won." The first row of defenders for India all get their guns jammed they can't do anything, but before Felix started opening fire he realized something. "Why are we fighting? Why can't we just be friends?" he thought to himself. He then proceeded to run back to get something as a peace offering, he comes back holding a gift, his foe does not know what's handed to them, they slowly unwrapped the present with caution, they fully unwrap the present just to see Felix has given them, lasagna !! My class assignment was to write a 500-word story about anything....
Being Alone, Family, and Fire: "You die, you lose Share All changes saved in Drive File Edit View Insert Format Tools Add-ons Help В I A T Normal text EEEE E Editing 100% 11 U X Arial 1 1 2 3 4 5 6 "You die, you lose!" Screamed Felix as he ran down the battlefield opening fire at India. His opposing team has already taken down his closest allies; Seán, Mark, and Jimmy, and although they have been defeated they still follow Felix through the battlefield giving him their support. Felix tries to fire his gun at a nearby enemy but he finds that his gun is out of ammunition. He runs to find the nearest rock to duck behind. Felix has found the perfect rock, with running momentum he drops down to the ground and slides behind the rock. When he's behind the rock he pulls out a mag and loads his semi-automatic rifle. Before jumping out of cover he takes a deep breath and remembers his allies. He pulls out a note that has a poorly rhymed poem written by Seán, the poem read, "Roses are red /Kid army rise /We will get this bread/ Felix won't stop until his foe dies." The poem gives him hope, he springs out of cover and starts opening fire, as he's doing so, he thinks to himself, "This is the biggest mission man can be faced with, trying to single-handedly take down an entire army." He soon realizes he isn't alone, he realizes he has the support of hundreds of million "bros" as he calls them. He summons his army by chanting "chunga chunga chunga chunga" over and over again in a rhythm that would mesmerize anyone listening, shortly after he hears a noise in the distance, Felix looks behind him and on the hill, he sees what must be millions upon millions of soldiers coming to fight alongside Felix. "IT WORKED, THEY HEARD THE CHANT!" he screamed out in joy. Felix was approached by a soldier that goes by the name of Patrick Adair, the soldier gives Felix what appears to be a ring, "What's this?" asked Felix, Patrick responds by saying "I have engineered a ring that when you put it on it fries any enemy system around you, and in some cases it even jams certain guns." Felix smiles from cheek to cheek once he looks up on the hill seeing Jimmies family standing there with a homemade banner that reads "FELIX WILL BE VICTORIOUS!" the banner seems to be formed with what looks like, some blankets. Felix realized he can't be defeated, he put the ring on his right hand as he starts running towards India screaming "best think you haven't won." The first row of defenders for India all get their guns jammed they can't do anything, but before Felix started opening fire he realized something. "Why are we fighting? Why can't we just be friends?" he thought to himself. He then proceeded to run back to get something as a peace offering, he comes back holding a gift, his foe does not know what's handed to them, they slowly unwrapped the present with caution, they fully unwrap the present just to see Felix has given them, lasagna !! My class assignment was to write a 500-word story about anything....

My class assignment was to write a 500-word story about anything....

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Crush, Looking, and Chance: TACOLEO On the off chance he comes hear I'm looking for my crush
Crush, Looking, and Chance: TACOLEO On the off chance he comes hear I'm looking for my crush

On the off chance he comes hear I'm looking for my crush

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Bad, Bored, and Fashion: Getting bored of feminist propaganda in school Social Issues I'm 17 and finishing high school in one year. I noticed that since last year, feminist propaganda has been more and more present in school. Some te achers do it in a more sophisticated fashion, some do it blatantly. Last year a sociologist came and held us a class and started talking about how women are being oppresed nowadays, ie. wage gap, patriarchy, all the bullshit. I refuted all his claims, told him why he's wrong and then asked him if he'd be willing to do a debate with me sometime in the future. Our form teacher arranged the debate with him, so far so good. He comes back in a week or two, we start the debate and I find myself to be against the sociologist, my form teacher (also a sociologist) and the 21 women from my class. I've never seen such a shitfest in my life. I prepared with some studies, thought I'd ought to be well prepared so I don't shame myself, but the counter arguments were just ridiculous. "Yeah... gov- ernment funded studies, those are invalid" "What about sexist jokes men tell about women?" "Men have a stronger voice than women" "So what if women falsely accuse men, men can just rape women". Not exaggerating whatsoever, these are the exact words they used. Since then I pretty much have a grudge with 80% of my class, but man, I have to say, it felt damn good to end it with "Anyone who considers themselves a feminist, in 2019, in a western society (or at least western-like) is an idiot". The point is: Always say things the way they are, even if people will hate for it. I see it with way too many people I know, that they you stay quiet so people wont have a bad opinion about them. cuz nothing sums up a debate better than "being a feminist in 2019, in wEsTeRn SoCiEtY, is an IDIOT"
Bad, Bored, and Fashion: Getting bored of feminist propaganda in school Social Issues I'm 17 and finishing high school in one year. I noticed that since last year, feminist propaganda has been more and more present in school. Some te achers do it in a more sophisticated fashion, some do it blatantly. Last year a sociologist came and held us a class and started talking about how women are being oppresed nowadays, ie. wage gap, patriarchy, all the bullshit. I refuted all his claims, told him why he's wrong and then asked him if he'd be willing to do a debate with me sometime in the future. Our form teacher arranged the debate with him, so far so good. He comes back in a week or two, we start the debate and I find myself to be against the sociologist, my form teacher (also a sociologist) and the 21 women from my class. I've never seen such a shitfest in my life. I prepared with some studies, thought I'd ought to be well prepared so I don't shame myself, but the counter arguments were just ridiculous. "Yeah... gov- ernment funded studies, those are invalid" "What about sexist jokes men tell about women?" "Men have a stronger voice than women" "So what if women falsely accuse men, men can just rape women". Not exaggerating whatsoever, these are the exact words they used. Since then I pretty much have a grudge with 80% of my class, but man, I have to say, it felt damn good to end it with "Anyone who considers themselves a feminist, in 2019, in a western society (or at least western-like) is an idiot". The point is: Always say things the way they are, even if people will hate for it. I see it with way too many people I know, that they you stay quiet so people wont have a bad opinion about them. cuz nothing sums up a debate better than "being a feminist in 2019, in wEsTeRn SoCiEtY, is an IDIOT"
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Family, Happy, and Now: resat AAS SUB SUR He is happy when he comes to know that he is adopted by a family. Now he also has a family
Family, Happy, and Now: resat AAS SUB SUR He is happy when he comes to know that he is adopted by a family. Now he also has a family

He is happy when he comes to know that he is adopted by a family. Now he also has a family

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