I don’t have, nor do I want, kids.  My friends and siblings, however, have rugrats.  Just today, me and the SO went to a friends house to spend some time and watch a movie.  Friends kids were there (naturally), so we hung with them for a bit.  Our friend had to step out for a moment, so we stayed with the kids.  They were fun, and have stupid amounts of energy.  Beautiful kids, but damn…

Anyway, what I wanted to say about kids is that they can be the most malleable of souls.  It has taken a little bit, but the kids now call me Sophia, and that is really nice.  The first time I heard one of the kids say my name, I did squee inside a bit, lol.

I wish older people were like kids sometimes.  Hate is a learned emotion.  I wish I could get my parents to call me Sophia or SoSo, anything but deadname (or soon-to-be deadname).  I don’t think that will happen, but I’m still hoping.  I may get burned for this.  A lot of trans people have to let their parents and siblings go because they cannot respect something so simple as a name change.  I know, I know, maybe I haven’t given my parents enough time – I will give them more time, but I can already tell that I have been isolating them.  I already get called “sir” and “mr” by everyone who is not a lose friend.  I guess the changes haven’t taken too much of an effect just yet.  Hopefully, in two years of hrt, my face will change enough so that my family will have to question what they call me, and how they treat me.  Kids treat me cool, like they don’t give a fuck.  It’s not automatic, but after a short time, kids accept as fact that my name is Sophia, and I love it!!!!!!!!!!!


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