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A transitional period for me...
a year ago
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A positive vent! But a vent all the same.
Hello, to anyone who clicks. I hope you're well! I've been doing a lot better than my previous gloomy journal might suggest. We moved to Ohio, we got a puppy, we're growing a chicken farm, and are living our best lives. I haven't had any time to draw and frankly I'm happier for it.
But a life update isn't what I'm here for.
I've been experiencing a lot of lovely and hopeful new things. New beginnings, new experiences, new levels of happiness that I never thought possible. This brings me to the subject of my name. Due to a lot of factors... I no longer identify with the name I chose for myself. My system.
I (We) chose the name Vincent as a sort of embittered middle finger to the man who did not want me to be his son, but abused me when I was just his daughter. He used to be in punk bands and took the name Vincent as his stage pseudonym. And I thought to myself, what better name for me than a pseudonym he identifies with but is not legally his real name? A false first name for a false sonhood. But I'm not his son. I'm not his daughter either. I share blood and a face with him but we are two severely different people. And frankly, he doesn't deserve to have a son sharing even a pseudonym with him.
In light of my self discovery, as a system of mostly bigender individuals and a scattering of masculine exclusives, we all unanimously decided we needed a name change that was more neutral.
In high school I latched onto the name Jamie. I didn't know why. I loved it. I tried making characters with that name, but it never lasted. I didn't know. I had no idea.
We're Jamie. We didn't want to name an oc after that name because it is our name. It is my name. System-wide and eventually legally.
I'm Jamie. And I'm taking my husband's last name, because his mother and father love me like their kid too. They deserve me. I deserve them.
Hello, to anyone who clicks. I hope you're well! I've been doing a lot better than my previous gloomy journal might suggest. We moved to Ohio, we got a puppy, we're growing a chicken farm, and are living our best lives. I haven't had any time to draw and frankly I'm happier for it.
But a life update isn't what I'm here for.
I've been experiencing a lot of lovely and hopeful new things. New beginnings, new experiences, new levels of happiness that I never thought possible. This brings me to the subject of my name. Due to a lot of factors... I no longer identify with the name I chose for myself. My system.
I (We) chose the name Vincent as a sort of embittered middle finger to the man who did not want me to be his son, but abused me when I was just his daughter. He used to be in punk bands and took the name Vincent as his stage pseudonym. And I thought to myself, what better name for me than a pseudonym he identifies with but is not legally his real name? A false first name for a false sonhood. But I'm not his son. I'm not his daughter either. I share blood and a face with him but we are two severely different people. And frankly, he doesn't deserve to have a son sharing even a pseudonym with him.
In light of my self discovery, as a system of mostly bigender individuals and a scattering of masculine exclusives, we all unanimously decided we needed a name change that was more neutral.
In high school I latched onto the name Jamie. I didn't know why. I loved it. I tried making characters with that name, but it never lasted. I didn't know. I had no idea.
We're Jamie. We didn't want to name an oc after that name because it is our name. It is my name. System-wide and eventually legally.
I'm Jamie. And I'm taking my husband's last name, because his mother and father love me like their kid too. They deserve me. I deserve them.
Mama Jo
~josephh
Hey, I'm glad to hear that you're embracing who you are, and I wish you the best of luck on your journey. Being gender fluid myself, I know it can be pretty damn tough finding a place in your life, and your head, where you're comfortable in your own skin. It makes me happy to know you're getting there, hon.
bunedergungy
~boofleg
OP
Thank you! It took me a very long time to get this far, but I'm finally hitting a point where I'm barely even dysphoric. It helps that I've got an incredibly good support system at my back. Thank you for being so kind to me for all these years. I'll be honest I post these journals mostly for you these days. Not many other of my followers here really interact with me!
Mama Jo
~josephh
Eh. I never really got the most attention on here, either. I'm not an artist in the traditional sense, so the interaction was always going to be lower than most. I like your art, and you're a good person, so I like interacting and checking in. I'm just glad you're doing alright; better than you were, at least.
