Today is the 13th anniversary of my chest surgery. I honestly can’t quite believe it. ⁠ Probably the most vital part of my transition in making me feel whole and right in my body. ⁠ ⁠ When I had surgery there were only 3 or 4 surgeons in the US.

In college I dreamed of being in theatre. I auditioned over and over again and never got cast. I had a conversation with the head of the department and he told me I was as good as anyone else, they just didn’t know where to put me. ⁠ ⁠ I

There was a time when, if someone misgendered me, I said nothing. “They’re learning.” I would put up with the wrong pronouns in order to make it easier, get through the visit, not make waves. I’d keep quiet about what I really thought and believed. I’d make myself small. I’d

Throwback to kindergarten! I’m in the front row with the looooong braids and the blue. ⁠ ⁠ One of the things that stunned me about moving to Minnesota is how folks from here are often still friends with people they met in kindergarten. They have tight knit social circles that