Ever since my trip back home, I’ve been thinking a lot about coming out. To your parents. Specifically, the part that happens after you come out: having them come to terms with you.
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.
Thus I awoke just before 4am, heart racing, as present-me was navigating my life 10 years ago.
A compilation of 12 Gender Neutral Gift Ideas: a guide for your loved one(s) this holiday season (or any season, birthday, anniversary, special occasion, or just Sunday).
I need someone to talk to as this is a whole new experience for me. My girlfriend is trans, and I want to support her, but I’m not really sure […]
This letter was written by my significant other as a contribution to a book. It seems fitting to publish this Feb 14th. Enjoy. Yesterday as I was waking up it […]
Goodbye 2012, and what a year it was. The things I accomplished in 2012 go way beyond anything I ever intended or imagined. (The only reason 2011 has a leg […]
When I told my dad I wanted surgery, it went something like this. We were at the Zócalo – Mexico City’s downtown district – shopping for my very first suit. […]
It’s summer (although in San Francisco it always feels like fog), and I’ve been reading! Here’s a taste of what’s been on my bookshelf this season. Second Son, by Ryan […]
Preface I wrote this letter almost 6 months ago, but it gathered dust in my drafts folder. Yesterday I sent my dad an unpublished story on my blog, and inadvertently […]