[A page out of a moleskine-like notebook, with small annotated drawings. It reads:
THINGS I GOT FOR MY 21st BIRTHDAY:
A small Intuos 4 (from myself)
A cold (from my friend Jen)
Red wine and a Sandile plush (from my room mates)
A hand-knit Ravenclaw scarf (from my younger sister)
Lamb marsala and ice cream with blueberry sauce (from my boyfriend)
Good wishes (from Facebook and Tumblr)
And, in my birthday card, a letter from my mother, telling me that she loves me, and that I’m breaking her heart.]
It has now, as of this National Coming Out Day, been exactly one year since I called my parents and tried to come out to them. My dad blames my mom for teaching me to be tolerant of other people. To my mother, every accomplishment I’ve ever made is now nulled by my being transgender. She is no longer proud of me. So there’s that.
Sorry for the lack of comics. This semester has been a combination of long work nights, loads of animation homework, and having to deal with Equal, which uses up all the stamina I have to deal with being trans* and putting it on paper. Plus I have another comic that honestly takes precedence over this one, because it’s a story I want to tell and it gets me away from the real world for a while. But, of course, there’ll be more TransProps soonish.