make them cry.

he wants to get out there and make a change. he just doesn't know how he can with the short leash he is kept on. for most of his life he's been taught that he's too young to do much, that he can't make much of a difference as one person towards anything. he just wants to get into 'real life' so that he has the freedom to take a stand against things and to possibly get shit done. when he gets out of his mother's grasp he can finally be free to be the person that he's been to afraid to let anyone else see. the masks he's been putting up will start to come down, leaving him to be just the person inside. he's terrified and overjoyed all at once. maybe he can finally come out to everyone once he has the space to grow into accepting just how he is without trying to be anything else.  another day goes by without him saying anything much about it, even though it's slowly tearing away at his soul. he's gently reminded them a few times, but nothing drastic enough that they've understood exactly why he needs to be addressed by the right pronouns, nothing enough to help them understand gender the way he hoped they would. he knew that he couldn't turn them into gender geeks like he is, but at least if he could get them started on the right path so that they knew the basics... in a way he's hoping for a strike next week so that he gets the extra time to work on projects and delay tests, on the other hand he doesn't know if they'd make it if there were to be a strike and his mother were to be on $10 a day strike pay. it's a difficult place to be in. he can't wait for it to all be over. <3 <3