Where has this blog been? Where have I been? Where am I going?
Those of us who can must keep fighting for those who can’t. And those who can’t must keep surviving to demonstrate how powerful inclusivity, compassion, and kindness can be.
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Highlighting some older writing, some of which I’m deeply embarrassed, some of which I’m still extremely proud of, and most of which I hope you’ll find to be an enjoyable companion in your gender journey.
I’ve launched a Patreon! Read on for details on the campaign, my reasons behind doing so, and how you can show your support.
After four years of hopping onto this transgender train, I’ve learned a lot about the world of gender and the world in general.
What has kept me from posting in a really long time… life changes, vacation, Gender Odyssey Conference, and what’s next!
A simple question I posted for research purposes on Tumblr. I’m curious to read your (likely un-simple) answers 🙂
In the same way fourteen happens to be the magic number for my perceived age, 27 was the magic number for my oldest imaginable age. Back then, I knew I’d graduate high school, go off to college, then study a lot. The rest was intangible.
This is one of my favorite pictures of me from my childhood. Because I just look like me. I am 9 or 10.