There comes a point where holding onto my fear of rejection is a little bit pointless.

TRANSCRIPT:

Panel 1:

Telephone: Hey Sarah.

Sam: (A person wearing a blue, collared shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, who is looking directly at the viewer. Eyebrows are raised, mouth is open, and one hand is holding the phone up to Sam’s ear.) Hey Mum, how’s it going?

 

Panel 2:

Telephone: Um, not bad. How’re things with you? Is everything good?

Sam: (A translucent person, who is facing the viewer, but looking off to the side a little. Eyebrows are raised, and pushed together slightly, mouth is open, with slightly downturned edges. One hand is holding the phone to Sam’s ear, and the other is cupping Sam’s cheek.) Well, actually, Joe started taking testosterone a month ago and is battling with the medical system, and his body, over how to feel more balanced with the hormone shift. I’m really excited for him on one hand, but on the other I feel like I’m grieving the loss of my

 

Panel 3:

Sam: (A translucent person, who is facing the viewer, but looking off to the side, and hunched over a little. Eyebrows are raised, and pushed together, mouth is open, with slightly downturned edges. One hand is holding the phone to Sam’s ear.) non-testosterone boy buddy. ‘Cos I’m not ready to start T, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be, and, well the truth is I’m having a bit of a shit time, so it wouldn’t really be a good idea anyway. Plus I’m kinda terrified that I’ll lose you and dad if I tell you that your only daughter is just another son. I’ve been having panic attacks just thinking about it. I don’t know what to do.

 

Panel 4:

Telephone: Um, not bad. How’re things with you? Is everything good?

Sam: (A person who is facing the viewer, but looking up, with eyes full of tears. Eyebrows are raised, pushed together slightly, and mouth is open, with very downturned edges. One hand is holding the phone to Sam’s ear.) Yea mum, everything’s ok.