It’s been two years on testosterone now. Last year, I wrote a blog about what being on testosterone was like after the one year mark. Wow have a lot of things changed since then, and re-reading that blog post is kind of sad and funny at the same time. There was a slightly hopeful tone … Continue reading
I am a trans person. Specifically, I am a transmasculine genderqueer person. It means that I do not identify as either a man or a woman, but I tend towards the masculine side of the spectrum rather than the feminine side. While I would rather have a neutral gender, I prefer to be mistaken for … Continue reading
It’s been a year, a whole year. I can hardly believe it’s been that long. It doesn’t feel that long. Lots of things have changed over the course of that year. It’s been a bad year for trans people, in some ways, and a good year in others. We have the mess that is North … Continue reading
It’s taken me a long time to get comfortable with being assigned female at birth. Looking back, as a little kid, I seemed to be okay with it (and I’m going to go with the stereotypical notion of feminine, so please bear with me on that). I had a pink room with unicorns. I played … Continue reading
I get a lot of crap from the LGBTQ+ community. I’m bisexual, so a lot of gay people feel I don’t belong anyway, and I’m married to a man, which is a double whammy (at the moment, I still look fairly femme, even if I’m wearing more masculine clothing). I’m too straight for the gays, … Continue reading
[Content warning: Gender dysphoria and eating disorders; Disclaimer: I am not a therapist, and I am not an expert. This is MY PERSONAL experience, and I do not claim to speak for others at all.] I came to the realization that I was genderqueer a lot later in life than most people do today. Don’t … Continue reading
I have to start off with saying that writing about not having children under the heading of “Divergent Lifestyles” is more than a little ridiculous. It was also ridiculous when I saw that it was the subject of a daytime talk show and a cover story for Time magazine. When I made the conscious decision … Continue reading
I grew up overweight. I loved chocolate ice cream way too much and liked sports and physical activity way too little. Video games were my exercise of choice. It didn’t help that I had body dysmorphia starting when my breasts became noticeable. Of course, it took me another twenty years or so to realize that’s … Continue reading
Divergent Lifestyles 