I might as well start off by saying hello. My name is Jude. Jesus, this sounds like one of those irl depressing support groups. Anyways, I use he/him/his pronouns (Aka MALE pronouns). I'm still in the closet, I'm currently single, and pansexual. Now, to the reason I'm really here, to tell you about the title. Why they call me Pinocchio, weird title right? Well I'm unoriginal and weird anyways; to put it nicely. Anyways, onto why they call me that awful name that I've learned to know and love.

Have you ever heard the story of Pinocchio? Ya know, where the little puppet boy comes to life, but is still made of wood and always lies? And he wants to become a real boy? But in the end he becomes a real boy and stops lying? Ya, that story. Kinda like mine, but my ending isn't quite as happy. I'll tell you where it starts, when I was about 5. THAT is when my life changed forever. I was in a car accident with my father, it was a terrible accident, I don't like to go into detail. But after that, I started acting diffefrently. I started hanging out with my dad more, becoming more and more like him. I lied a lot, and was known as the tomboy of the family, or as my mother LOVES calling me, 'The black sheep'. The other girls in my family have long, nice, undyed hair. Except me. And they love to show off their skin and curves and cleavage. Not me, I'll stick with my flannels and jeans thank you. Now, when I was 6-7, I started hanging out with guys more than girls and I lied to the girls who wanted to be friends with me by telling them I was a guy. That's how it started. The girls started calling me that awful name. I tried to ignore it, and eventually I did. But it still follows me around to this day, even in high school. People still call me Pinocchio. I've come to accept it now. But ya know what? It still hurts... knowing that I may never be a real boy... at least I've stopped lying about who I am.