drewlee0

So as I mentioned in the Introductions area, I wrote a letter for my teachers to have and/or hang in their classrooms. Here it is:"Hi there! If you're reading this, then you're my teacher. Good for you! I will warn you though, I can be a bit of a handful.Allow me to tell you a bit about myself.The school "knows" (has me listed as) -------------------, and my gender listed as Female.I will tell you now, this is wrong.I identify as Male and prefer the name Andrew ------------HOWEVER.My family has yet to call me Andrew, so if you'd be so kind, use the name -------- and Female pronouns around them.What the term for this is Transgender, or gender dysphoria.Also, I'd like you to know that I am open for any questions you may have, any concerns, and anything else you'd like to know. I'd also like you to know that I am not Google, so up your knowledge a bit before you dump questions on me.Lastly, if you would like to, you can hang this letter in your classroom for other students to read. If you do, please black out my names.These are some points of reference you may use to better understand your Transgender student.Transgender 101: A Simple Guide To A Complex Issue ---- $9.99 on the App Store, may or may not be available in the Public LibraryThe Transgender Child: A Handbook For Families & Professionals ---- $9.99 on the App Store, may or may not be available in the Public LibraryBe Yourself: Questions & Answers for LGBTQ Teens ---- Free on the App Storewww.tgguide.com ---- A forum where trans* people share their stories and offer advice to trans* and cis people alikewww.transstudent.org/teachertips ---- an advice page for teachers of transgendered studentswww.gendertalk.com ---- A page about the Gender Spectrum"

I've never really though about my gender much, but when I met Skylar, I started thinking. Skylar is a transgender mtf gal who taught me about the gender spectrum. After meeting her, I thought about my life... I have always wanted to play soccer and talk low and wear blue and black, not pink and white. I remember one time, when I was about four, I was in a daycare. I needed to use the restroom and decided I'd do it like a boy. All in all I ended up with urine soaked red pants because as it turns out, my clit is not where my urine comes from. I've always asked people to call me these crazy names, Max, Jeffy, all sorts of things. When I met my friend, who's name shall not be shared, she said she thought I was a boy. Her sister said the same. My brother said I sound like a boy on the phone sometimes. Oddly enough, I didn't realize how masculine I seemed until about January or February.