Rules of a Teenager

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.

Recently, while sorting through my bedroom in my Mam’s house I found a tiny blue notebook that I had forgotten about. I suddenly remembered sitting down at my desk and writing it. I think I was about 15 when I did this. It was my “rule book.” It contained all of the lessons that I had learned over time and wished to put into practice. I was surprised to find that I still follow most of these rules as best I can. I only wrote 24 because I had very little discipline at the time. Or perhaps it was because I was only 15 and I didn’t know much about life or the way the world works. They are as follows:

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My Journals

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.

Do I sound like a child mentioning my journals? Perhaps it is childish to keep one but I really, really couldn’t care less. I had originally intended to populate this chapter with phrases and sayings from my journals that are funny, inspirational, terrifying and devastating. But sitting here now with the open notebooks around me, I’m not ready to share them. They are my pride and joy. My soul and my charm. My biggest achievement and my delicious secret. I will not yet betray the fifteen-year-old me by laughing at his naivety or his bitchiness. I won’t share my sources of inspiration any more than I already have for fear that this book will turn you all into perfect human beings that I couldn’t possibly live up to. I won’t share my darkest, scariest thoughts because they are a part of me that I cannot discuss in a blasé fashion. I am not going to give heartbroken David a voice right now because I am finally in a good place and don’t wish to delve back into my past. I hope that my readers can respect that.

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About Just Saying

Now that I’ve made my ebook “Just Saying” free to the public (you can download the full thing here), I’ve decided to publish the unseen chapters here on my website. Below is a chapter from this book which was published in September 2016.

I’m releasing this book six days before I turn nineteen. If someone could have told me that I’d have two books published when I was eighteen, there’s no way that I’d have believed it.

When I finished “Who Cares?” I had no intention of writing another book. In fact, I had no idea that I’d even continue to share my story. I honestly thought that I’d finish it, publish it and move on from it. But I found that I needed a new project to work on. So that’s exactly what I did. I’m unsure where I will be going from here, but I will most certainly enjoy figuring that out. What I do know is that I won’t be stopping here because I truly love the path that I’m currently on. Watch this space.

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Who Cares? Introduction.

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 take a deep breath and open up my laptop. “I can’t believe you’re doing this” a voice says. It’s self-doubt. He’s always there. I picture him as a male because I have a bad opinion of men. And he is mean to me. I wish I didn’t have that opinion, but it’s one that I’ve formed over the years. But we’ll get to that later. I’ve learned to ignore this voice only quite recently. I don’t think I’ll ever not hear him but I do not listen and that is the main thing. He is toxic and he does not fit anywhere within my plans.

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The Power of the Pen

For a time, when I was younger, I went through a period of writing what I called articles. These weren’t my average journal entries where I wrote about things in no particular order, these were on a specific topic. In a way, I suppose they were like these blog chapters, except they were a lot more juvenile. I would sit with my pen and my notebooks, look around me for inspiration and immediately begin writing about a particular topic. Mostly they were about other people (I was young and lacking in life experience) and their interactions with me or with others. I wrote about my friends, my enemies, my school and my family. Here is an example of one of these articles:

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