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Attendant (WIP)Another formal interview had been set up. I took my place at the back of the line that led up the steps and through an open wooden door. We were all standing in line to be interviewed in order to become an attendant to the royal family. Everyone was wearing their best clothes in hopes to impress the interviewers. This time, they were looking for five people to become attendants of the royal family. Everyone at school jokes about it. Attendants. It's really servants. but because it's a respected position, we all still try to get it. Everyone, except for me.
I turned around to my left and saw my mother smiling at me from the other side of the stairs. She was joined by many other parents watching their children stand in line. It wasn't a fast moving line, so I wondered why they felt the need to stay. Maybe pride, I guessed. I noticed a girl with re
Out..ftmDear Mom and Dad,
I figured since today is National Coming Out Day, I should send this to you. I wrote this a while ago not even thinking of sharing it.
What I am about to tell you, you already know. Although, I'm not sure if you understand it or even acknowledge it. Therefore, I feel the need to tell you again and try to explain it a little better.
First, know that this is definitely not the effect of you raising me the wrong way, not dressing me girly enough, the internet, or anything like that at all. I am this way because I was born like this. I was born me, my own individual. And with being one's own individual comes certain aspects about the person only he or she has. For me, one of these aspects is that I don't feel as if my body matches my brain. In other words, my gender identity, or the way I feel about myself, does not fit my biological sex, which is what is assigned to me at birth. This is a very difficult thing to grasp, I know. I didn't even understand it.
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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