I hate them, parents. Hippies. Paranoid hippies. “We want you to have your privacy, your freedom. Your body’s perfect. It doesn’t need anything adding. You don’t need upgrading” They don’t understand what it’s like. I’m a laughing stock. Worse, I’m shunned. Worse still, I’m ‘out’. Look, the guys are over there talking about… something. How do I know what it is? I’ve not seen it, heard it, felt it. How could I? What am I supposed to do, pretend I have and laugh along? They’ll see right through that. They know I’m out. They know my loving parents are ‘refusers’.
I hate them. Parents.
They don’t understand what it’s like. I’m a laughing stock. Worse, I’m shunned. Worse still, I’m ‘out’. Even if people would talk to me, I wouldn’t know what to say or do. They don’t know what it’s like to walk down the corridor and have people look at you and whisper. They walk by and giggle.
Any anyway it’s my body. They don’t have the right. As soon as I’m 18…
Hippies. Paranoid hippies… “Oh but we want you to have your freedom, your privacy. We want you to be able to make your own decisions…” Yeh sure, that’s why they won’t let me decide this.
Look, the guys are over there talking about… something. How do I know what it is? I’ve not seen it, heard it, felt it. How could I. What am I supposed to do, pretend I have and laugh along. They’ll see right through that. They know I’m out. They know my loving parents are ‘refusers’.