when I look in the mirror I see a boy. I see a boy with spiky brown hair. I see a boy with white skin that tans in the summer. I see a boy with one mom and one dad and two goldfish. I also see a boy who is transgender.
transgender is a long word. But it means something simple. Trans means going across. Like how transportation means going from here to there. Gender means being a boy or a girl. Or a little of both. Or not feeling like a boy or a girl.
When a baby is born, a grown-up says, "IT'S A BOY" or "IT'S A GIRL!" If a brand-new baby could talk, sometimes that baby might say, "NO I'M NOT!" When a baby grows up to be transgender, it means that the grown-up who said they were a boy or a girl made a mistake.
When I was born, my mom and dad said, "It's a girl!" when I looked in the mirror, I saw a girl. Kind of. But because I'm transgender, I wanted to see a boy. My parents thought it was cut when I put on my dad's ties. I liked to sleep in my Batman shirt.
When they bought me a dress for my first day of school, I lost it. I didn't tell them I lost it at the bottom of the garbage can. I wore my favorite overalls instead. I thought school would be hard because I didn't know how to read. I thought school would be hard because I wouldn't get to play all day. But school turned out to be hard for other reasons.
On the first day of school, the teacher called out our names. "Emory?" "Here!" "Stella?" "Me!" I raised my hand when she got to my name. She looked at me. And then at the list of names. And then back at me again. I wondered if she thought my name didn't make sense for me.
I felt that way too. "Can you call me Max?" I asked. Max is the boy in my favorite book. She nodded and wrote it down. (I won't tell you what my old name was. That's private.)
I had to go to the bathroom after snack. At home there is one bathroom for everyone to use. When I went to the store with dad, I went into the bathroom with him. When I went to the movies with my mom, I went into the bathroom with her.
But at school I had to pock which bathroom to use. When I went in the girls' bathroom, a girl ran out. She thought I was a boy. I didn't mean to scare her.
But I liked that she thought I was a boy. I used the boys' bathroom instead. But when I came out I saw kid's giggling and pointing. I decided to hold it all day. And tried not to drink too much water, no matter how thirst I got.
Making friends was easy. But everyone asked if I was a boy or a girl. I told my friend Teresa that I wanted to be a boy. She asked my why. "Because I like climbing trees." I told her. "And looking for gross bugs. " She looked mad.
"I'm a girl." she told me. "And we climbed this tree together! I also caught more spiders than you did." "Oh yeah." I said." Sorry. I forgot . But spiders aren't bugs And I still don't think I'm a girl." "I know spiders aren't bugs." Teresa said. "Why don't you think you're a girl?" "Because I don't feel like one on the inside."
I told my friend Steven that I might be a boy. "I can't be a girl." I said. "I hate wearing dresses." He looked down at his dress, and then glared at me. "This is my favorite dress. And I like being a boy." "Oh yeah," I said. "I forgot. I'm sorry. And it's a pretty dress." But I still know I'm a boy" "How come?" he asked.
One day Steven and Teresa came over to play. My parents heard them call me Max. During dinner they asked me why. I told them all about school. How I couldn't go to the bathroom. How I didn't like my old name. How I felt like a boy.
My mom and dad talked to my teacher, and we found a group for kids like me. Boys and girls, and kids who weren't boys or girls. All of us were transgender. We talked about serious things, like bathrooms and teasing. We also talked about fun things, like video games and books and toys.
I don't know our parents talked about. Probably the same things. I told my class that I was transgender. The boys got used to having me in their bathroom. The girls didn't want me in theirs anyway. Teresa and I kept climbing trees and finding gross bugs.
I still didn't want to play dress-up with Steven. Some of the girls in the group gave me their old boy clothes. I gave them some of my old girl clothes. Being a boy isn't better than being a girl. But being myself is the best.
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結合上下文語意比較像「因為我覺得我的內心不像女孩」
因為我感覺我像是男孩 我告訴他 在我的內心
二元論”，以剝削種族和性少數群體。
從幼稚園開始，老師就用兒童生殖器的圖解來教授解剖課。這些課程提到“有陰莖的人”和“有外陰的人”，因為有些女孩有陰
莖，有些男孩有外陰。 “任何性別和孩子都可以擁有任何類型的身體。”
在一二年級，學生被介紹到基本的酷兒理論。 “很多人認為只有兩種性別，女孩和男孩，但事實並非如此。有很多方法可以成
為一個男孩，一個女孩，或者兩者兼而有之。性別認同是關於你內心對自己的感覺。”
合成的性身份並嘗試使用“他們/他們”和“ze/zir”代詞。 “只有你才能知道你的性別。”
在三年級到五年級，這是純粹的酷兒理論。 “每個人都是異性戀和順式的文化、制度和假設被稱為順從性。”該系統是一種“
壓迫”形式，旨在使“白人異性戀男孩”受益並懲罰“LGBTQIA2S+”人
鼓勵教師刪除“女孩和男孩”、“女士們先生們”、“媽媽和爸爸”、“夫人”等詞語。先生、小姐”和“男朋友、女朋友”，
並確保包括有關如何“暫停青春期”和使用“激素和/或手術”的信息。
根據酷兒理論的要求，到五年級結束時，課程明確要求學生成為政治活動家並做出“改變的承諾”。學生收到六項承諾的清單：
除了壯大勢力以外
受益的有性別社運團體＋性別議題ＫＯＬ＋藥廠＋特定醫科＋性別訴訟律師
能受益的人非常多
所以他們就算輾壓所有女人跟小孩踩出血疊出屍山
也巴不得盡快達成眼前的大餅利益
可以得到什麼利益
很快就可以想通他們為什麼要支持
至於後果他們不管，反正推給當局政府就好
反正受害的不是他們，他們是等著接收利益的
是要把一個小孩完好的身體搞得多破爛？
而且以前家裡有因為乳癌割了乳房的長輩，老實說，乳房真的很難重建，重建後也很難像過去一樣自然
感覺有很多可以修正的地方