Yes, I Am An Old-Fashioned, Classic, Homegrown Girl, And I Love That

Yes, I Am An Old-Fashioned, Classic, Homegrown Girl, And I Love That

Nice dates and conversation are where it's at.

If I had to choose any song to accurately describe myself, it would have to be Classic by MKTO. Not because it's catchy or just a great song, but because it just describes the kind of girl I am. Classic, old fashioned and simple.

I relate more closely to the girls of 50 years ago than I seem to with ones my age. I'm not really into crop tops or frat parties, the latest trends or styles. My parents always taught me to stand out in the crowd and after years of trying desperately to fit in, I finally just said, "Screw it" and quit trying.

I'm old fashioned and that is perfectly fine. While most people are waking up from hangovers on a Sunday morning, I'm putting on a dress and heels and heading to church. I don't enjoy showing a lot of skin on campus or at parties. I sometimes stay home to study rather than going out with friends. And I definitely don't deal with boys who aren't in it to get married. I know, totally lame, right? But that's alright with me.

Some girls today are fine with the whole "Netflix and Chill," one night stand and never speak again thing.

And that is perfectly ok, but it just isn't for me. If you like me, show me. Dress up, open the car door for me and take me out on a date. Treat me like somebody worthy of respect and you'll get it back tenfold.

I grew up watching movies where the first kiss at the end of a date was the biggest moment of the night. I think that taking me home to meet your parents is a huge deal. I would rather go out on some kind of adventure than sit in a dark room with a TV that we are barely paying attention to.

Call me a prude, call it stupid, say whatever you want.

I hold the standards high for myself and that is alright. In a world where being out of control is normalized, I like knowing that I'm unique.

I'm an old fashioned, classic, homegrown girl.

Whether it's the way I was raised or just the mindset I have, being old fashioned is something that I hold close to my heart. And I like to think it's something that makes me unique in a society where things are always moving quickly forward. It doesn't make me a prude or a snob. If it's not for you, that's just fine.

Blaze your own trail and I'll blaze mine.

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7 Stereotypical And Overrated Questions Trans Guys Are Tired Of Hearing

Avoid nagging the trans man in your life with these questions

As a transman, especially as a transman from a small town in rural PA where an exciting Friday night is driving around with your buddies and going to Denny’s or Walmart at 3AM, I often feel like my life is scrutinized under a microscope.

As if I am a zoo animal on display and everyone around me is getting a free show. I don’t hate it, I understand the term itself, “transgender”, is not something many people, especially small town people, are familiar with, and I love getting the opportunity to educate anyone, in any way, whenever possible. Many people do not agree with transgender individuals and I firmly believe a lack of education on the topic is the reason why. How many times have you shot down an idea simply because it meant leaving your comfort zone?

Many people care about trans folks, but they don’t know the best ways to support us. Oftentimes, in that confusion, typical rules of conversation fly out the window. It’s okay to ask questions- I personally love when someone is eager to learn more about who and what I am, but there are a select few, (ironically they’re the ones I get asked the most) that I absolutely dread.

1. "Soo.. Do you have a penis now?"

Yup, grew it myself. Without fail, every time I get hit with the “I have a personal/weird question”, 9 times out of 10 this is the question that follows. Why is everyone so intrigued by what is between my legs? It’s honestly kind of odd and off putting getting asked this question. You wouldn’t go up to any other random person and ask them about their genitalia so what makes me so special? Unless you are my doctor or my girlfriend, my tool should not be on your mind.

2. "Have you had surgery?"

My chest is clearly post-op and I’m shirtless the second the weather gets above 40 degrees so I know the direction you’re headed in, pal, and that direction is south. Do you ask random men if they’ve been circumcised? No, too weird? Exactly.

3. "How do they even make a penis?"

Play-doh. Who would’ve thought, right? Totally kidding. I’m no doctor and I surely cannot give you a medically accurate response so if that’s what you’re looking for you should go straight to the source. I just know there are different variations of surgery depending on the outcome you’re looking for, all invasive, mentally & physically exhausting, and expensive operations. Every trans person is different, some don’t even want to get lower surgery.

4. "What was your name before?"

Believe me when I say I cringe so hard I can feel my body turn inside out when I think of myself before I started my transition. A dead name is what we refer to as our birth names before changing them, and I’d like to leave mine as such, dead.

5. "How do you have sex?"

Again with everyone and their mother so concerned about my package and how I use it! A part of me feels bad for those who have to ask this question. If the only sex you know is boring missionary sex on a Wednesday night at strictly 9PM while listening to Coldplay then boy oh boy do my sincerest apologies go out to you. Sex is supposed to be fun! Sex is intimate, beautiful, intense, and limitless. Use your imagination. Regardless of what kind of heat I’m packing, I can assure you I get the job done with flying colors.

6. "What public bathroom do you use?"

I admit, this was a good question to ask when I first got started with my hormone replacement. The terrible thing about testosterone, especially when you are single handedly the most impatient person alive, is that it takes a while for the physical effects to take shape. Up until about 7ish months on testosterone, I was in this awkward state of looking like a pre-pubescent teenage boy, I would still get misgendered and got odd looks as I went into male restrooms. I can understand the curiosity and concern at that point, but now this question is just silly. Could you picture me, now almost 2 years on testosterone, post-op top surgery, facial hair and deep voice, walking into a woman’s restroom? I would get maced.

7. "Would you ever go back?"

And live my life as a depressed shell? Hell no. Transitioning was and will always be the greatest and most rewarding decision I’ve ever made. It taught me so much more than I ever thought possible. Life before transitioning was dark, and I was in a constant state of depression and despair. I could never picture myself wanting to “go back” to a life I wasn’t even necessarily living, just existing. I never want to “go back” to constant misery, self-loathing, and suicidal thoughts. Living as my authentic self is like coming up for fresh air after drowning for 19 years, like finally getting color in a black and white world. Nothing worth having is ever easy, and there is no reward in seeking the easier path. The only regret I have about transitioning is not starting it sooner.

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I Used To Be Love Drunk, But Now I'm Hungover

It's like your typical hangover, but worse.

About a year ago, I experienced the world's worst hangover. And I'm not exaggerating. After a late night out, I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and a pit feeling in my stomach. Now, you're probably thinking that I drank one too many drinks downtown, danced on a few tables, and went home with some random guy I met at the bar.

I wish it was that simple. Later that day, I came to the realization that I wasn't hungover from the alcohol I had consumed the night before. This was different.

Last summer, I was what you'd call "love drunk." And anytime you're drunk, you're bound to experience a hangover. For those of you who've never experienced this feeling before, I'll fill you in. According to Urban Dictionary, a "love hangover" occurs when you can't stop thinking about the person that left you. From past experience, it's like your typical hangover, but worse.

When I first started writing on Odyssey, I was getting over this guy who broke my heart. Somehow, he convinced me that I was the problem. But if we're going to be completely honest here, the real problem was him. Not only did he break my heart, but he also left me with these feelings of regret.

And you're probably wondering, how does this occur? I've come to realize that "love hangovers" typically occur when you encounter the guy who's unable to make up his mind. Does he want to date you? Does he want to be casual? Or does he want to stay friends?

It doesn't matter what he says, the end result is always the same, heartbreak.

When you're "love drunk," it starts off as innocent fun and games. It's not until that next morning you wake up with the dreaded "love hangover."

In my case, it was a typical Friday night and fate brought us together at one of the local karaoke bars. I jokingly said to my friend, “I'm going to talk to the hottest guy there.” And right on cue, he walked through the doors.

As soon as he walked in, we immediately made eye contact. We spoke and he mentioned to me that he just got out of a three-year relationship. I thought, "there goes my dream guy." For those who know me, I don't give up that easily. I continued to pursue him. Bad idea.

I admit I should have known better, but that's what being "love drunk" does to you. You lose all sense of reason. You experience the high of being drunk which leads you to make bad decisions. I made the bad decision to pursue him. He made the bad decision to pursue me. The results were catastrophic. Cue the "love hangover."

Now that I'm finally sober, let me be the first to tell you, he's like an Emo haircut that's going out of style. Heed my warning and stay away from these types of guys. You'll thank me later.

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