Introspection is a series in which my current nineteen-year-old self has imaginary interactions with my fifteen-year-old self. For more information, click here.
Going through the door I have multiple flashbacks to my teen years. I actually spent an awful lot of time in this pub. A mix of boredom and rebellion meant that my life and that of my friends very often revolved around drinking.
I turn a corner and feel relief upon seeing that my old spot is still available. Well it would be more apt to call it our spot, because I never came here on my own.
Our spot is a dusty, private little booth right opposite the bar. The fact that we were underage was overlooked as long as we kept to ourselves in this quiet spot of the pub. The only time we ever got refused was when someone else had taken our spot and we ended up sticking out quite obviously. Continue reading
Now that I’ve made my ebook “Who Cares? Life for an Irish Transgender Teen” free to the public (you can download the full thing here), I’ve decided to publish the chapters here on my website. Below is a chapter from this book which was published in April 2016.
I’ve mentioned my bad opinion of men and I feel like I should explain myself. Once again I do not intend to offend anybody with this chapter but I probably will because people love to find an excuse to be offended by reasonable arguments. Please bear in mind that I grew up in a small, rural area. Also bear in mind that I was and am friends with many boys that I respect and appreciate. I am not trying to generalise all men. I’m just being as honest as I can. This bad opinion of men is not something that I acknowledge to myself very often but it is definitely there. It is difficult for me to talk about it but that’s not going to stop me. Some would like to blame this outlook on the lack of a positive male figure in my life. Sorry to disappoint, but I have a great relationship with my father and I always have. I also have numerous male relations who I respect and admire.