Soooo, I'm new here (obviously, lol) and I think it's nice to let people know I exist and stuff lol. Well, let's start with my story. I was born in Brooklyn, New York. Since I was a little kid, I've gradually come to realize that I wasn't male. Though I tend have tastes for "boyish" (whatever that means) things. Rock and metal music, fighting games, tokusatsu, etc, etc. But I digress. Erm, growing up, I had a friend named Marcus (who I can actually say was my first male crush) and we used to love watching Power Rangers and Digimon an things of the sort, but I never felt like I had that "2 guys" kinda bond with him. We were great friends, though. That was the first red flag. Then it was the fact I never comprehended why I couldn't do girly things, or even, at one point, bathe with my female cousin. And I don't think it was as simple as "looking down" either. I actually felt like we shouldn't have been segregated (a brief memory of that event still haunts till present day, truthfully). That was the 2nd red flag. Now let's fast-forward 10 years. I'm now 15. I started noticing my bisexual attraction and eventually come out to my mother as bi. My mother was completely accepting of it. I was surprised because she was a die-hard Christian. But it was only after that that I came to realize how loosely she follows the bible. Her theism is the thing that she stands by, not the religion. But, as implied, I didn't know that then. After those brief, brief months in which I was... actually content for the first time in a long time, my mom got sick and had to go to the hospital. Little did I know this would last for months. Because I couldn't stay with her all that time, I had to go live with my dad and his conservative Christian mother. Strict, old school, went to church more than once a week. Oh boy, fun times. During that time, though, I started retreating in to my old little world. And while there... I revisited parts of myself. Parts I've kept hidden. It was then that I started identifying as genderqueer, but not openly (for aforementioned reasons). And one day I decided to call my mom and talk to her about it. My mom's feelings about were, and still are, complicated. Though she doesn't refer to me with female pronouns. When I finally returned home, though, it was time to start packing because we were moving to North Carolina. Fast forward a few months and now I'm here. Well, sorry if I just replaced your daily newspaper, haha. But yeah. That's me. I hope to get along with everyone here and make lots of friends. Byyyeeee~