Tranquil Waters Part 1

Prologue: I’m driving away from my dusty driveway in the hot Oklahoma sun, watching as my mother, Natasha Still Water, stares longingly in the distance. Two things she couldn’t deal with, me being Two Spirit, and another thing she didn’t know, I am kinky. BDSM was a foreign word to me, I barely knew the term, but I knew it was a part of me since birth. I just wanted to experience it with someone…My mother had to take care of my older brother Joshua and younger sister Aiyanna. Our father, Brad Peterson, left her after a rocky marriage because the Muskogee nation couldn’t take my mother marrying an Anglo man. He was irresponsible, and didn’t care much for us kids anyhow.My father left when I was seventeen, he was a heavy smoker, alcoholic, and domestic abuser. Kıbrıs Escort It would pain me to see the welts upon my mother’s face and body after he had stormed out of the trailer to visit the local bar to get further drunk. Also, he was eyeing me because I was still female bodied, and thought he could try to get away with sexually molesting me or worse. My older brother, Joshua, was luckily there to protect me from any further advances my father might’ve tried to make. I often had to shield my sister Aiyanna from any advances he’d tried to make on her. Finally, when I turned twenty-two, I decided to join the local Two Spirit group within the community, denounced to my mother not knowing. It would take a couple years Lefkoşa Escort for her to figure out that I met every Wednesday, and Friday with a secret congregation of queer folks. Joshua reassured her I was just “hanging out with the girls;” or “experimenting” something my younger sister hasn’t tried yet. “It’s just… I worry about Brianna,” Natasha murmured. “ I don’t want her getting caught up in the wrong crowd.” At times I would tend to the horses, their subtle body movements spoke more to me than any capable oral tongue. But somehow, after all this struggling, I had to come out and tell her. First, I told my mother that I was pan sexual, and she thought I had a love affair with pots and pans. When I turned 28, I Girne Escort came out to her as transgender. Chapter 1: Introductions I took a trip to Los Angeles (by truck) because I had to escape the doldrums of the reservation.On the way, I had fallen in love with a honey-blonde, long haired, petite beauty at the local Starbucks.Little did I know, that several years from now it would blossom into a full fledged relationship.  I was escaping the wrath of my mother, the confusion of my older brother and younger sister, and reminiscing about the Anglo father I never knew growing up. I changed my birth name (Brianna) to Bronx, cut my hair to reflect the style most young men wore at that time, and began to deal with my life as a transgender male. Yeah, I was a wreck. My mother was expecting me to marry a young man within the Muskogee nation, but I kept telling her that I was struggling with myself. I was in the wrong body, the conformity was too much for me, and I wanted a change of scenery from this constant sadness that plagued me day in and out.