I was listening to a conservative podcast the other day, and they were talking about someone who transitioned later in life. They kept calling it what you’d expect—a midlife crisis. And I’ll be honest… it got in my head. It made me stop and think—is that
There’s a version of me that only shows up after dark. She doesn’t ask permission. She doesn’t apologize. And she sure as hell doesn’t explain herself. She walks into a place like this—old wood, neon buzzing—and owns the room without saying a word. That’
So what are the crazy odds of two kids growing up in the same family and both ending up to be trans? I probably need to give you a little more to the story before you answer that question . So I’ll try to keep it as simple as I
Back to reality. I’d had a good weekend—until, well, reality hit. On Saturday, I wasn’t feeling great: a toothache and low energy kept me home, resting. There came a moment in the morning when I knew I had to get out of bed, so I got up
Before I started HRT six weeks or so ago, every moment that I had the house to myself, I was dressing, working on my makeup, working on my outfits. And now that I’ve started HRT, I really just don’t wanna dress. Honestly, it feels like it’s all
I feel like I should probably introduce myself/come out to everyone that’s taking the time to read my story and follow along . I’m 42-year-old trans woman that has spent her a whole life stuck in the wrong body in the wrong part of the country. Two things
I made my daily trip to the gas station this morning, on my way to the job site. I was inside the gas station, standing there at the cooler, trying to decide what flavor caffeine I was gonna have for breakfast. Here lately, I’ve been addicted to Alani’s.
Ive had a lot of people tell me how lucky I am that my wife supports me in the journey I’m on right now. Truth be told… she wasn’t always supportive. We started dating when we were just kids—13 or 14. And I say “dating” loosely. It
I was in a group coaching call today that started with a meditation session. We were asked to think back—where were you five years ago—and then think about where you are today and where you’ll be in five years. I was sitting there thinking. Five years ago,
Today’s one of those days where I’m really struggling. But I made a promise to myself to write something every single day—whether it’s to make myself feel better or to help someone else who might read it. But today, I just couldn’t find the energy—
How do you make a square peg fit in a round hole? I spent 43 years beating on that son of a bitch with the biggest hammer I could find, trying to force it. Convinced that if I just hit it hard enough, long enough, it would eventually go. It
When I made the decision to start HRT, I’d been researching it for years. I knew what people were saying about it 20 years ago, and I knew what they were saying about it nowadays. Back then, you had to see a psychiatrist and live as your chosen gender