Home Is Where The Bind Comes Off.

Hi everyone and anyone reading,
I'm new to the 'blogging world' and I'm gonna talk about binding and what I have been through with binding.
I'm Drake and I'm a 15 year old transgender male from Florida and now live in Austin Texas.


For the people that don't know binding is a important part of being a trans guy.
Some people bind with duct tape some, people bind with ace bandage, binds off Amazon, eBay, and other places online that sell binds. The point of binding is to make your breast smaller like someone that was born male.

NEVER BIND WITH TAPE OR ACE BANDAGES! Binding with tape can give you breathing problems it can cause broken ribs. Ace bandages are no better. With ace you cant bind tight, it does not look right I have had people point it out to me so its not good. You may have breathing problems it can cause problems with your ribs too. Duct tape and ace don't move with your body and can cause physical harm. Most that have bind with duct tape or ace have scars from it I'LL BUY YOU A BIND BEFORE YOU USE TAPE OR ACE!

When looking for a bind you don't want a bind too small. Most of the time they have a sizing chart so you know what size to get. You're gonna want to give your body a break at some point don't wear your bind 24/7 to not hurt yourself don't wear your bind more then 8-12 hours a day (I'm terrible at that though). Binding can be dangerous but it's worth it. Just remember that home is where the bind comes off. My girlfriend hates it when I where two binds at once no mater how much I want to, shes right wearing to binds can be really bad for you. If you wear two at once on a hot day it can cause physical harm to yourself and no one wants that.

My experience with binding has not been the best. At the age of 11 I was binding with duct tape, the age of 13 my mother went into a convenient store and got me a ace bandage looked at me angrily and said "here" and threw it to me. I was binding with ace until I was 14 almost 15 my aunt got me a bind. I'm awful at taking it off and am always asking "do I look straight" (meaning do I look like I have a male chest) to people that know. People don't understand how hard it is if I had a choose I'd be just a normal girl or boy it would be easier.


WARNING DON'T PUT BINDER IN THE DRYER
http://www.mensworx.com/shop-by-brand/underworks.html?gclid=CjwKEAjw37afBRDO5M3h0qvj9zQSJACvwnOJSPv-7KhUZu3fEVJNUyyBzSgNdGuBKWuPAlMbJUUa1RoCzQzw_wcB

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It's A Long Life When Things Don't Go The Way You Plan

Hi everyone and anyone reading,
I'm new to the 'blogging world' and this is a story about my life and what I have been through.
I'm Drake and I'm a 15 year old transgender male from Florida and now live in Austin Texas.
There is a long story about that but I'll get to that a other time..

So lets start in Florida. In Florida I lived with my brother Josh, cat, mom, and step dad (me and my brother call my step dad Mr. Joe).

When I was little my mom was married to my brothers dad (my old step dad, Peter)
I was abused by him in all ways. I told my mom this at the age of 12. Soon after I told my mother that I was gay, but after lots of research I found I was transgender but my mom didn't take that well. Transgender means I feel like I was born in the wrong body and in my case should have been born a male. Mom didn't like this and was hard on me for it. The sad part is she doesn't even know she is hard on me for it. Mom is neglectful to me and my brother, like when we need summer clothes she goes and buys my step dad something. If I say or do one little thing wrong it turns into something big. I got more of this bad treatment than my brother because my brother is mommy's angel and, well, just because I'm trans.

Every chance I got I would be at my mimi's  and granny's  (granny is my moms mom and mimi is my dads mom). My dad lives in California so he doesn't have to pay child support. The good thing is he could just give up his rights and be done with it (me) but he doesn't. Dad and mom never got married.
Its a long life when things don't go the way you plan but that's life. I lived at my granny's at one point but I'll save that story for a other time.

Now that you know about my life and are filled in on who is who let me tell you more on why I wanted to start this blog. For people all over like me that have or are going through hard times, I hope to inspire people with my story. I want to help people know that they are not alone and make a difference in the world. I pulled through and I still am so why cant you? I'll try to have a new post every week to tell you more about my life and things that have and are happening in it.

(Names have been changed in this for safety reasons)