#throwbackthursday — it’s baffling that there’s 8 years between these photos, it feels like a lifetime and merely days ago all at once.
On the left I’m 18, headed to senior prom. I was in the closet as queer, my girlfriend at the time was taking a male swim teammate as her date because her parents told her she HAD to. I chose to take my guy best friend to prom and had a fucking blast, he hadn’t been to his high school prom, we hadn’t seen each other in ages, and I was comfortable with him unlike most boys I knew. Fast forward to today, I look back and kind of wish I’d been able to be that guy who took my ex-girlfriend to prom, that I could have the confidence I have now to dress up and look and feel myself... but also, I wasn’t ready to be me yet, I didn’t know the real me back then, and I am certain that some of my peers and the adult supervisors and teachers who made my life hell for even young with the idea of being out in high school wouldn’t have made prom so fun had it gone any other way. Truthfully, I had a great night that night, even if I hated wearing femme clothing, my mom cherishes that event, and I had fun with one of my best friends and the group of people we went with.
Also friendly reminder that not everyone knows they’re trans for all of childhood or even part of childhood, or early in their adulthood. I was 19 when I first discovered a trans person online and learned that gender wasn’t always what you were assigned, and now 7 years later I’m still navigating that truth. Chris missed out on prom, but Chloe had a pretty good time even though she couldn’t take the person she loved and had to wear a dress, and definitely couldn’t walk in heels to save her life. 😂