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Men's conference

Really excited about this one. In April I will be attending my first Men's Conference. Infinity Diamond Club out of Durham, NC have hosted a Woman's Conference for I think 4 years now. This year will be the first Men's Conference that will be happening along side the Woman's Conference the same weekend. While I will be attending a little bit of both the conferences, I'm really excited to be included with the men this year. As I stated in my intro, I am trans. I have just recently began to embrace this identity, but just because you embrace, doesn't mean others will. I'm not sure how I will be received. While the LGBT community is ostracized from the rest of the community, the T in this acronym is often times ostracized from the LG community (the B gets it too, as quiet as that is kept). Either way, I am excited to be registered for the Men's conference. It is very much a feeling of belonging. While I really do like the Women's conference and was willing to go to the Women's conference just so I can get some of the "meat" from workshops and keynote speakers, I feel like I'm suppose to be in the Men's conference. I don't know. Like I said, I am just coming into my trans identity. It's like coming out and learning what it meant to be gay. Only this time, I am learning what it means to be trans. So far I've only gotten to male pronouns. It's a process.
I have no idea why I started this blog now. I am suppose to be working on an assignment for class and something said "Start the blog now!" GE-SUS?!?!" 

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