Levi / by Tiph Browne

Levi

Back home I increasingly got into fights in high school because I was out as trans; I had glass bottles thrown from car windows as I walked around town, was run off the road by boys in trucks as I walked around the country.

-Lavi, 22, Anything said with respect

 

I don’t really let other people’s perception of my gender affect me unless I’m worried about my safety. My clothing, generally speaking is rather neutral, so I can usually get away with performing something clearly perceived as masculine or feminine; a walk, a bobble, down to how I hold a cigarette, and completely blend into that role. What ever keeps me safe.

As far back as I remember my parents raised me to be okay with my innate being. They certainly didn’t push it on me but for a conservative household, their desire to raise me with a sense of gender neutrality was a blessing. I was never shamed for my choices in activities, expression or desires. Although later on, once my gender identity became known there was much blowback;, those formative years really guided me to where I am today.

Back home I increasingly got into fights in high school because I was out as trans; I had glass bottles thrown from car windows as I walked around town, was run off the road by boys in trucks as I walked around the country. My father was for a long time very physically abusive about everything, but once I let it be known I was trans he would sometimes get into modes where that was his main reason for attacking me. Over time, I got a P.O. Box and purchased disposable debit cards and started to purchase hormones online. Things got tougher, the abuse got greater, so a close friend made arrangements for me and I eventually ran away to San Francisco.