Hi there! My birth name is Chase (Mi nombre es Chase.)
I am from South Carolina (Soy de Carolina del Sur.)
I started realizing I was attracted to guys in sixth grade and yes I had a deep hatred for gay people at the time. I was bi-curious and deep in the closet at the time. For my seventh grade year, the main highlight was trying out and getting a spot on the district wrestling team. I won 7 matches and lost 15.. By the end of seventh grade, I knew for sure I was bisexual when a guy kissed me without my consent and I liked it. I came out around the start of eighth grade publicly and admitted my feelings to him because at the time, I didn't understand that the school wasn't LGBT tolerant. I didn't know I would be bullied. Sure my cousin Trey who was 26 gay shamed me during the summer and said I was too effeminate to be a real man but still I didn't understand.

Over the summer in 2015 while I was away from school and pretty much everyone, I made a friend here on wattpad named Jay who was a transgender male. I was sort of new to the LGBT community and I had no idea what transgender was except for the negative aspects of it I saw on TV. Parents seemed to hate their transsexual kids whether they were the ones paying for hormones or not. It portrayed them as evil people and that was all  I had to go by. After a while of talking to him, my brain became desensitized and familiar with who trans people really were. I finally understood everything.

Jay was the one who encouraged me to come out publicly. I did and things went down hill from there when I went to school. Guys hate romantic advances when they aren't the ones initiating it. I understand they joke about this gay stuff but it's still hypocritical and it hurts people.

In November 2015, I realized I wouldn't get to wrestle and Jay wouldn't message me back when I felt so vulnerable. I guess I should have spoken my feelings from the start and things would have gone differently. I attempted killing myself in the shower but chickened out in the middle of it. I don't know if it's actually possible to kill yourself that way but don't try it because it's still dangerous.

It was near the beginning of 2016, when I started realizing my gender identity. I had just turned 15 and I started questioning my gender. My mental condition worsened as puberty started happening and ironically, my grades went up when I started sleeping less. I am a freshman in high school now, currently going through anger issues and anxiety attacks without medication. I left my friend because of this and every time I saw him, I was pissed off. I made new friends and I'm still pissed off at everything. Nothing was making me better. Something tells me it's gender dysphoria because in reality I have nothing else to be mad about and yet I am. I remembered one time when I was six and my dad called me a girl. I replied by saying "so what if I am." I was really overemotional until seventh grade. After that, my personality changed without me realizing it. I was depressed and wrestling somehow stalled my worsening depression.

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Favorite music genres : screamo, hardcore, pop punk, heavy metal, rock/rap, Korn-metal

Favorite colors : red, orange, green, black-white

Favorite food : I'll try anything once

Gender identity : genderqueer, tomboy, androgynous

Sexuality : pansexual, mostly girls