Hey so I just wrote a few paragraphs for my book

These are based upon a few of my own real childhood memories and writing them brought a nice warm bit of trans joy for me, I hope you like them

She also remembered a small wooden toy box sitting in Grandpa Keith's living room, a treasure trove of forgotten delights. It was filled with shiny, well-loved cars and puzzles that were missing a piece or two, each one bearing the scars of countless playtime adventures.She knew that the toys had been left behind by grandkids over the years, sometimes by accident, but often on purpose - a small token left for the next visitor to discover and cherish. As a result, the toy box had become a sort of shared collection, a symbol of the love and connection that bound the family together. Each toy had a story to tell, and every time she played with one, she felt like she was uncovering a hidden treasure.Her grandpa's way of collecting these tokens of love wasn't just about accumulating objects; it was about creating a sense of belonging and tradition. And when she played with those toys, she felt seen and loved, her joy and curiosity valued and cherished.

One memory stood out more than any other, clear as daylight. She must have been about six years old, playing quietly in the living room with the toys. She found a little baby doll tucked away inside the toy box, its face bright and inviting. She cradled it gently, rocking it and making soft cooing sounds that made her feel like a real mother. Her small hands caressed its tiny face, full of innocence and wonder. Suddenly, one of her older cousins tried to snatch the doll away. The boy’s voice was sharp. "Boys don't play with girls' toys," he snapped, trying to snatch the doll from her arms.

Before she could cry or protest, Grandpa Keith stepped in. His voice was calm but firm as he looked at his grandson. "Leave him be," he said, with a gentle but clear tone. "He’s not hurting nobody, and if he wants to play with that doll, he should be allowed." His words made a world of difference to her. She felt a warm rush of gratitude and love toward her grandpa, knowing he was on her side. In that moment, she realized she could be herself around him without fear. She could play with her toys, dream, and be happy without worry.

#transgender #transstoriesmatter

Hey everyone, I met a neat trans man via substack, who is putting an anthology of stories together, something to provide a means for trans voices and experiences to be amplified and told. He put this together, and I wanted to spread the word. If possible, I highly encourage you to participate! Maybe you know someone who does, please pass this along to them, and feel free to boost as far and as wide as possible :) Here is the project blurb and relevant links:

Trans Kids deserve love! If you are a family with a trans child, or if you’re a friend or educator of trans children, please consider participating in this anthology of stories. Participants are welcome to remain anonymous. A wide range of works will be accepted. Find out more at https://transfriend.substack.com/, or head over to the submission form at https://tally.so/r/n0L6kA to participate.

https://transfriend.substack.com/p/for-trans-families-with-love?r=3khofc&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=email

#trans #transgender #lgbtq #lgbtqia #asktrans #asktransmastodon #bookstodon #transstoriesmatter #transfamilies

To celebrate my publication this weekend in the Mansfield Readers and Writer's 'Soul' anthology I'm excited to give subscribers free access to my longlisted story "An Inconsistent Line". #Shortstory #LGBTstories #TransStories #Transstoriesmatter #LGBTQIA

https://narrativecuriosity.co/an-inconsistent-line/