It was supposed to be my birth name, actually. The entire time my mom was pregnant, I absolutely refused to take my hands off my genitals for ultrasounds or I just kept turning, so they had no fucking clue what I was gonna be. They assumed a girl based off what the doc told them, and my dead name was kinda a last minute fill-in.
They never hid this fact, happily told me about other name choices when I asked, but Rose was always at least my dad’s favorite and my mom’s top “acceptable” choice. When my egg finally cracked, I tried other names but Rose just… Felt like a birthright. Like for 30+ long years there was the real me just begging for the mask to say my name. Nothing else felt like me.
I was supposed to be Ashley or Dana, which hello. They picked great gender neutral names for me if I was afab, but my birth name is just… I dunno. Kinda rubs you the wrong way.
It was supposed to be my birth name, actually. The entire time my mom was pregnant, I absolutely refused to take my hands off my genitals for ultrasounds or I just kept turning, so they had no fucking clue what I was gonna be. They assumed a girl based off what the doc told them, and my dead name was kinda a last minute fill-in.
They never hid this fact, happily told me about other name choices when I asked, but Rose was always at least my dad’s favorite and my mom’s top “acceptable” choice. When my egg finally cracked, I tried other names but Rose just… Felt like a birthright. Like for 30+ long years there was the real me just begging for the mask to say my name. Nothing else felt like me.
That’s really cool actually
I was supposed to be Ashley or Dana, which hello. They picked great gender neutral names for me if I was afab, but my birth name is just… I dunno. Kinda rubs you the wrong way.
Same. 🤜🤛