Trans Thoughts: What Does Choosing Hope Over Hopelessness Mean to You?
I am not here to argue, but rather I hope to share ideas of what choosing hope means to us! I especially want to know what choosing hope means to other people of transgender experience. So, I will begin with my thoughts. It seems easy to spiral downwards right now,
I'm Sorry Mother… Transgender Regret
Have you faced ridicule and continuous coaching not to be who you are? If you are LBG_QIA, then yes, I believe you. If not, I won’t deny, but tell me how?
Transgender: Unseen and Invisible
She ran. Her breath ragged and sore in her throat, mouth wide open trying to suck more air. Legs hurting and complaining with every step as she rounded a corner past a big gnarly oak and started uphill, at last! It felt like her entire life had been waiting for
Being Transgender Isn’t What You Think, Unless YOU Are …
I didn’t want to be transgender, I just am Growing up, I didn’t want to be transgender. I didn’t even know what transgender was. It was the 1970s, and I was in elementary school and high school. I believed I must be sick. I thought something was
Transgender and Not in Touch with My Feelings
I Still Belong to the Episcopal “No Touch” Massage Club
Musings - Post GCS
New Member of the Sisterhood of Traveling, Broken-In, Slightly-Stained Jeans
I Am the Ride
Inspired by Chris Smither's Song and with appreciation to Jen, a dear friend and guiding light for us all.
Secret Agent
I intuitively knew my gender as a child, as early as 2-3 years old. I am certain of this today for many reasons, but what stands out to me most at the moment are the memories of my mother gently correcting any behaviors she thought too effeminate. How she proudly
