Man, my boyfriend looks absolutely adorable with his head resting on my lap. His green eyes are staring right into my red eyes, and they look absolutely beautiful. I’m glad I’ve made it to this point. I have a wonderful life. My boyfriend and my dads are very good to me. I’ve got my friends, too, and they’re always there for me. It’s definitely a step up from when I was younger. When I only had a friend and nobody else.
In the past, I used to be teased a lot because I was a “boy with girl parts”. Intersex is the proper term. Yeah, I’m not completely a guy by normal gender binary standards. I guess a cruder term for it would be “cuntboy”. It’s an accurate term, and it’s not like I mind it anyway, even though it is mostly used by idiots who have no idea what being intersex means.
Anyway, back to my past. I may be very shy now, but I wasn’t always. In fact, I used to be very open about who I was. The lady who ran the orphanage where I was got so annoyed with me trying to prove to her that I’m a guy, and I didn’t care who knew about me or my secret. Things have kind of changed for me. Bullying got worse, I lost a few people… Needless to say, it changed how I acted and how I viewed life. That doesn’t mean I’m not just as sarcastic and snarky as I used to be, but I watch who I do it around.
My boyfriend, though, doesn’t know about my past. He doesn’t know what I’ve been through. He only knows what’s happened since we’ve been together, and even though that time is the most important, maybe he should know the rest.
“Hey, Lyall?” I ask as I keep looking into his eyes.
“Yes, Xavier? What is it?” His voice sounds so cute. It hasn’t deepened yet or anything. I just wanna giggle every time I hear it. The little eighth grader even gets mistaken for an elementary schooler quite often.
“Since we have some time,” I start, slowly lifting his head up from my lap, “I wanna tell you about something. I wanna tell you… what my life has been like.”
He rests his head on my shoulder and replies, “Aww, sure. I’d love to listen. I’m all ears!”
And I guess that’s my cue. “Well… It mainly starts when I was ten, and I was still in the orphanage…”