I came out to my other Emily. She was the last person I wanted to tell on my own, personally, in private. I feel better.
Also my mom asked me if I could not dress like a boy and I said, "... No?" And she is going to be okay with it I guess. She raised me to be confident, and I am, and I like dude clothes. The conversation was mostly joking, so it was fine. I know she doesn't like the clothes I do, but that doesn't matter to me.
Oh but she sideways told me I couldn't have a relationship with someone anything but cis-gendered male. Because, well, "She's still raising a child." It's not like I could turn him gay. I don't know, maybe that'd just be another bump for her to get over in all of this.
Life is nice and I am pretty happy. And I got a new shirt, it's great.
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