Today is Christmas. This year, I entered the holiday season in a better place than I've ever been before. So why do I feel so bad?
About 2 years ago, I wrote "The ‘D’ word", in which I described my experience at that point with dysphoria. A lot has changed in the two years since, so I'm revisiting the topic to see if I can find any new or helpful information.
An essay which started to be about Pride, but where I found that I had another, better word to describe how I feel about being transgender.
This may end up being the biggest life-changing event of my life, and there is a lot of anxiety and fear as I approach it.
I've been asked many times some variation of a fundamental question: why do you need to have this surgery?
The short answer: because I do.
I recently reached the 2-year anniversary of starting Hormone Replacement Therapy (HRT), so I'm taking a moment to see how my life has changed in these two years.
A figure, wrapped and suspended in long red silk sheets is carried high above the stage. She falls into an inverted split, which reveals a woman...
Quidam: a nameless passer-by, a solitary figure lingering on a street corner, a person rushing past... One who cries out, sings and dreams within us all.