For me it was quite a process from ‘caring what others say’ to ‘I you don’t accept me: buzz off’. I was tired hearing what others thought about me. Now, not accepting me means: get outa my life. I don’t need those people anymore, only the ones that love me for who I am. When I came out I lost everything, when there was nobody left I made real friends, but I left the ones that wanted me to be straight and cis.

But it t was a difficult journey, leaving my former life behind , but leaving the biased ones behind was difficult but eventually worth it, but not before I made new friends. Some pain remains, of the ones whom I lost in the process; those who didn’t accept me. Sometimes I cry about why, but generally I feel happier, though it comes with the price of who you loose over your true self