Calvin and Hobbes was really the first literature I was given to read. I taught myself how to read using those books before I was four. And I connected deeply to Calvin for several reasons
Obviously, one of the main character traits of Calvin is how he’s not always present in the real world, and the people around him struggle to comprehend his daydreams and wild imagination. Some characters, like his parents, attempt to understand this part of him, while characters like Susie or Mrs. Wormwood choose to treat him as weird, different, maybe even lesser. I’m not treading any new ground in saying this.
I know it wasn’t really the point, and it’s in no way an allegory, but for small me, who wondered if I was actually in the right body, to read about a child who expressed himself in the way he wanted, who had these dreams of being other people in other places, who had parts of his life that others couldn’t really understand but they still tried to, and they still cared about him and accepted him, it really meant something to me.
I know Bill Watterson didn’t write Calvin to be fluid, or trans. He just wrote him to be a child that everyone could project themself onto, see themself in. But it was Calvin who taught me to be myself, and it was Calvin who taught me that being myself, my true self, even if others saw me as worse or dumber for it was the way to live your life to the fullest
I’ve been working on my novel for a little more than a year now, but I’m absolutely horrendous at drawing. I would absolutely love it if anyone would take time to draw even one of my characters, I absolutely love them and I haven’t had any good representations of them. Since the drawings are very bad, don’t be afraid to take artistic liberties!
I really shouldn’t be this distraught over it. The relationship lasted four days, but god it felt like it would go on forever. He was so sweet, and cuddly, and kind. He listened to the things he said, he’d comfort me when I needed, if I wasn’t 17 and he wasn’t 20 we’d be soulmates. We were an online relationship, so I never saw his face, but neither of us never asked how old the other was. And it just hurts so much, you know? When I was with him, the world felt right. I felt like that was how life was meant to feel, like everything made sense, but it was all a lie.
I just realized that I’m genderfluid about a month ago (really should’ve figured it out sooner lol, I’ve been wondering if I’m in the wrong body since I was five) and my family has never been the happiest about me being lgbtq. I came out as bi to my mom and sister last year, and both of those were met with negative responses. I technically came out to my dad, but I think he’s in denial. That’s unrelated to this, though
A few weeks ago, I posted an image to my Instagram story that I really like. It was a Sylveon with a pink, blue, and white background, and was captioned with “protect trans rights.” Literally nothing bad. But my sister found this, and she showed it to my mom when we were all in the car together. My mom instantly got mad with me, started fighting about how actually, trans people’s rights aren’t being taken, and thus don’t need to be protected and that trans people somehow are and are not their chosen gender (didn’t make sense to me idk how to put it) but the thing that stung most was that about halfway through the debate, when I had pulled up the Kansas State legislature that said trans people can’t get a driver’s license (her defenses were “I don’t believe you” and “they can just change it!”) I realized that this whole thing meant that my mom doesn’t accept me. She doesn’t know, of course, but it just hurts.
I’m sorry if that was long, I just needed to vent.
I just realized that I’m genderfluid about a month ago (really should’ve figured it out sooner lol, I’ve been wondering if I’m in the wrong body since I was five) and my family has never been the happiest about me being lgbtq. I came out as bi to my mom and sister last year, and both of those were met with negative responses. I technically came out to my dad, but I think he’s in denial. That’s unrelated to this, though
A few weeks ago, I posted an image to my Instagram story that I really like. It was a Sylveon with a pink, blue, and white background, and was captioned with “protect trans rights.” Literally nothing bad. But my sister found this, and she showed it to my mom when we were all in the car together. My mom instantly got mad with me, started fighting about how actually, trans people’s rights aren’t being taken, and thus don’t need to be protected and that trans people somehow are and are not their chosen gender (didn’t make sense to me idk how to put it) but the thing that stung most was that about halfway through the debate, when I had pulled up the Kansas State legislature that said trans people can’t get a driver’s license (her defenses were “I don’t believe you” and “they can just change it!”) I realized that this whole thing meant that my mom doesn’t accept me. She doesn’t know, of course, but it just hurts.
I’m sorry if that was long, I just needed to vent.