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Video games are the epitomes of storytelling

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Ever since I can remember, I’ve always been interested in video games. When I was younger, I remember my parents telling me that I shouldn’t play that much video games because: It kills your brain cells You’ll end up not doing anything with your life It’s not very beneficial to you Well I don’t blame them for saying stuff like that because I would most definitely be hooked on a screen for countless of hours if they didn’t and probably wouldn’t be where I am today…. in front a screen for countless of hours..(Thanks mom and dad LOL). I agree some games are like this *ehem* Postal 2 *ehem* BUT(emphasis on the but) not all of them are. Actually, most games now are the total opposites of this common misconception but one genre of video games really stood out for me and that is….*drum rolls *tambourine rings |Story based Video Games| What is that you may ask?! Well the title is pretty self explanatory.. Video Games that are based on stories.. or Interactive stories.. whichever floats your…

What it Means to Be a Woman

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I used to think I had a pretty good grip on how people work. I used to think I understood what it meant to be a woman. If there’s one thing transitioning has taught me, it’s that I have a lot to learn. This week has been eye opening. I thought I was going to be so excited about my shopping trip or the fact that people are finally starting to think I’m “passable”. I’ve realized that none of that matters. In some of my previous blogs, I was really obsessed with being accepted, “passing”, and I dwelled on some of the more negative aspects of my transition. I’ve learned a few really big things lately. Firstly… It shouldn’t be about “passing”. It isn’t a test. It doesn’t matter whether or not other people think I’m “real”. The fact of the matter is that I am a “real” woman as I am now. Everything that changes from here on out is a part of me. Secondly… There is no end to…