I am the oldest of 4 rad kids, we rock, don't hate us. Catholic grade school, went there with both of my sisters and my brother, it was a small school, but it was an okay time. I even did a one year stint in catholic high school, whoa, big mistake. Freshman year though wasn't given a fair chance really. See, my parents divorced after 16 years, it was a bad divorce. It caused my physical health to get bad, I was in and out of the doctor's office with stress related asthma all the time. I went home from school a lot. Then my mom's brother died half way through divorce proceedings, he died suddenly, and just to put icing on that cake, my grandmother was diagnosed with progressed breast to bone cancer.
But the thing that hit me hardest really was the divorce. Honestly, I still think that it has effected each of my siblings and I in really different ways. But the court hearings were very bad and my father became this other person that I didn't know in that court room, saying things about me, my mom, and everything that were blatant lies. But money talks appearently, and my mom got screwed. I eventually moved in with my mom because my dad was totally violent after the divorce, he took out his anger on the kids, and that sucks. So I moved in permanently with my mom for that reason and the fact that I felt like a piece of luggage being shipped back and forth between houses. Both of my parents remarried rather quickly, my mom to what seemed like a nice guy, and my dad to the witch from the west, aka, the wife.
Enter Scene II. I graduate high school by the skin of my teeth, and oh man, last semester of senior year was tough, they even tried to expel me, e-mail me for that story. I had my life in order or something to that effect. So, I went to MacMurray College for freshman year, filled with all this ambition. Then it happened. I realized that I was a lesbian, well, actually, a couple people helped me realize this and looking back I can't figure out how I didn't realize this fact until I turned almost 19. Anyhow, it was okay to be a lesbian, although it never really felt right, but heck, it was something, so I tried really hard to be a lesbian, tried to be butch, and made a couple friends in the process. Stayed there for a year and a half, but I got extremely bored and frustrated with the campus, I got blacklisted on campus for being an "out lesbian" by the very gay people who enticed me to come out in the first place. Thanks a whole lot, morons. So I moved home, kissed my first girl, knew that felt right, but couldn't do anything other than kiss her cuz something still wasn't right with me.
Scene III. This is the recent stuff here. I was at home for a short time. I moved out to LA for about a month before realizing I'm a midwest kid. But during this time I came to the realization that I am a trannyboy. After that, I felt secure with myself. So I moved up to Chicago, seeking queer life. I met Abby, who would be my heart for like a year, now we are like siblings. I grew up a lot. I moved home again cuz I was broke, couldn't afford to go to school and live alone. My mom got her second divorce, my grandmother died, and my dad basically became an asshole with a shimmer of decentcy every couple monthes. Life comes in circles and waves, I really believe that. So I'm back in Springfield now, and most recently my mom has been diagnosed with cancer, sigh. So I think that brings you up to speed with everything.