“It's the strangling feeling, like you've been buried alive and are struggling to breathe, like you don't exist. That the most important part of you is invisible and, thus, unreal. If people don't see me as a boy, then they don't see me at all.” DysphoriaTransboy Author:ZR Ellor
“It shouldn't have mattered, not when Miel and the other girls in his class wore jeans more than they wore skirts. Not when they told their brothers what to do, and borrowed their fathers' books. But there was everything else. The idea of being called Miss or Ms. or worse, Mrs. The thought of being grouped in when someone called out 'girls' or 'ladies.' The endless, echoing use of 'she' and 'her,' 'miss' and 'ma'am.' Yes, they were words. They were all just words. But each of them was wrong, and they stuck to him. Each one was a golden fire ant, and they were biting his arms and his neck and his bound-flat chest, leaving him bleeding and burning. 'He.' 'Him.' 'Mister.' 'Sir.' Even teachers admonishing him and his classmates with 'boys, settle down' or 'gentlemen, please.' These were sounds as perfect and clean as winter rain, and they calmed each searing bite of those wrong words.” LgbtTransgenderTransboyWhen The Moon Was Ours Book:When the Moon Was Ours Source: When the Moon Was Ours