Womanhood - a weird concept to me - Tried, did research, to live up to expectations - But it didn't work out. I liked wearing dresses, growing my hair long, my favorite colors were pink and purple - And yet womanhood was a weird concept to me. Incomprehensible - they know better - they say I'm a girl - but why wasn't I one then?
15. A scarf wrapped around my head – My mother is horrified: "You can't go to school like that!" - But I can, I want to, I want to show them: "I am myself and I don't carry for your norms!" I'm shouting it out. Are your parents forcing you? No. Why are you hiding your hair? Your femininity? Because I want to. You're just doing this for attention! Maybe.
Maybe I'm calling to attention that I'm not a girl. I am a boy - The scarf: a liberation, a sign of my disobedience - A sign of my non-womanhood. And soon I realized, accepted, what had been so obvious all along - "You're a nice headscarf girl!", an old man said by ways of goodbye to me, and I yelled after him, "It's headscarf boy!"
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Short StoryEine Kurzgeschichte über einen trans Jungen of Color. . . A short story about a trans boy of color.
