Do you have any idea what a hunty is?

Yes, yes, and YES!

I do know what a ‘Hunty is’. It’s me.

Hunty is the name I’ve been called since I was about eight. So that’s THIRTY years of the word being my nickname. THIRTY YEARS!

I’m from the UK you see and over here there is a common parlance which lends to people putting an Y (or 'ee’ sound) on the end of surnames. So Smith becomes Smithy, Jones becomes Jonesy and Hunt becomes? Yes… Hunty.

Now, I’m well aware of the development of the word on recent times, specifically within the trans community BUT it’s my name. And has been for - well… Since I was born.

I get five or six messages a week now from people wondering why I’ve got this blog, and some have gone so far as to call me homophobic and a bigot for telling them that I have no intention or 'relinquishing my domain’ to them because they believe they have more of a right to own this tumblr blog than me; simply because they look better in a pencil skirt than my wide-hipped, gender-specific clothed frame would allow.

I’m claiming the name here because it’s my name. Please stop asking for it. You don’t deserve it more than me. I’m not being offensive by using it. I’ve had this blog for years and years.

I’m a nice guy but this is starting to get me angry. You could say I’m being a little Hunty.