Hello my Loves,
Here's a Featured Friend I just had to have on my blog right now,
He officially came out to me like two or three weeks ago and I am so proud of him.
He's an amazing artist, he's really good at sign language, and he's a free spirit.
He expresses himself however he feels and is a sweetheart.
Here's Max!
(All this info he gave me word for word)
Name: Maximus Theodore Francis Diers
Pronouns: he/him and his pronouns
School: Boston Arts Academy
Likes: I like vegan baking, human rights, vegan cooking, painting, reading, coffee, knitting, the environment, sleeping, running, writing, animal rights, playing with babies, camping, biking, stilt walking, feminism, good music and American Sign Language.
Dislikes: I dislike racist losers, homophobic weirdos, transphobic idiots, beginning new relationships, sexist dummies, oil pastel, rice based vegan cheese, snow, wedgies, social interactions, applying to college, explaining my gender, waking up in the morning, and finishing a comic or show and having to wait for the next episode/season
About me: To tell you a little more about me, I am a Leo. I think I’m very funny, though others may not agree. In the LGBTQ department, it gets a little more ‘confusing’ and not as easy to label or define like a horoscope sign. I guess I could be called a (mostly) straight trans male. But to me the word ‘trans’ feels really weird, because even though I’ve known I was in the wrong body since I was 10, I’ve just always just been a guy. What I struggled with was what defines a woman or a man, and where I stand. I enjoy wearing skirts and makeup sometimes, but I also might wake up and pull on some baggy ‘masculine’ outfit. The hardest part for me was not realizing how important gender is to people, and coming out to one of my best friends when I was about 11 or 12. It went extremely badly, so after some research I realized I should keep it to myself. I don’t suggest this, because for years I was incredibly depressed and suicidal. I came out again, starting freshman year of high school as an out and proud boy. People would make it a game to find out my ‘real’ name, and my Spanish teacher refused to allow me to address myself as male in Spanish. At the end of Sophmore year I was sick of it, especially since all of my queer friends either dropped out or switched schools, so I was all by myself in this giant scary ocean. Junior year I gave up, and identified as a girl. I quickly found myself mentally declining. I don’t know about you, but I don’t particularly like thinking about ways I could hurt or kill myself all the time. I managed to stay away from cutting, but there were many occasions when I punched a wall and either cut or badly bruised my hands. I began to realize this wasn’t okay, and worried my family would find out and it would hurt them. So I tried to connect with the LGBTQ community and found True Colors. I made new friends, and finally decided to come back out. So yeah. That’s me. In the future, I think if I ever were to do something to my body to change it, I would probably chop of my breasts. But I don’t know if I will ever change my name officially. Mostly because I haven't figured out what Max is short for. So far the list is Maximus, Maxwell or Maximilian/Maximillian.
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