Why Do I Feel More Fake After Starting HRT

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 fake. I look in the mirror and all I see is a man in a dress. Of course, there have been points in time over the years that I felt this way, but I feel this way every time now. It’s so weird. I don’t know if it’s just me being so ready to see the benefits of HRT or just another form of body dysmorphia kicking my ass. All I know is it sucks ’cause I got a lot of cute outfits that I look good in for pictures. Maybe I just need to find somewhere so I can start going out dressed and live in my best life.

This Isn’t a Midlife Crisis—It’s Me

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

Whiskey, Smoke, and the Truth

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’

Same Family. Same Secret

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

Putting Her Away Until Next Weekend

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

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This Isn’t a Midlife Crisis—It’s Me

Whiskey, Smoke, and the Truth

Same Family. Same Secret

Putting Her Away Until Next Weekend