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Coming out of the closet by o-kemono (critique requested)

Coming out of the closet (critique requested)

o-kemono

" I remember that time very clearly. I sat quietly on the sofa - my fingers entwined together, my back straight and my and my breath calm. The only thing that was offset and erratic was my quick beating heart in my chest. I sat there, dressed in my lime green over shirt, my long sleeve purple silk shirt, my lucky red skirt and black stockings. My favorite Pride bracelet was resting on my wrist and my blue earring upon my right ear. I wore my favorite perfume for the special occasion: Vanilla Mist. Smelling it calms my nerves and makes me smile. Behind me was a wall filled with photographs from my past. My family loved to keep a photographic history of my past mounted on the living room wall. It ranged from when I was a pup, to my first day at school, to my participation at the marathon, my high school prom, to my graduation from college. Hopefully, my legacy wall will continue to have pictures of my continuing future. But that, I don't know if that would happen.

Infront of me were my parents, both sitting in separate chairs, looking at my direction as their minds tried to process the information I just told them. Their faces, even their body language, were a mixture of puzzlement, confusion, anger and sadness. The images behind me were me when I was young and male. Now, I sit here before my parents, reveling my true self to them for the first time: I am a female inside a male's body and I'm now coming out. My breasts and figure were thanks to my hormone medication. My antlers were still on my head, almost like a big lettered sign saying I'm a male, but I didn't want to go far into surgery without telling my parents about myself and who I am.

I sat there as I presented to them what I really am. I spoke what I thought about myself, what I feel comfortable as, and how it never changes the fact that Im still their child. I'm no longer their son, but now their daughter. I said everything clearly, reciting the speech I spent months writing while hiding my real self from them. I sat there, awaiting their reply. Positive or negative. My mind was open to both. It would never change who I am. This is who I am.

I had to get through one of the biggest obstacles and decision in my life: to confront my parents about my change. I never regretted it and I still smile for gathering the courage to do it. I knew that, if I did fall, my friends would be there to catch me in the absence of my parents. "

story and art © 2011 Alex Cockburn

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    I remember this one. I like it. Not sure why. I might have commented on the original on FA though.