Personal stories of discovering identity and gender, with every bittersweet emotion.
Inspired by Chris Smither's Song and with appreciation to Jen, a dear friend and guiding light for us all.
And wear it, if possible
A pool of friendly in a desert of suspicion
Caution: dangerous curves ahead
Projecting our views onto each other
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
Identities move together like ripples. They're ways of being.
Life without a ramalamadingdong
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
An unplanned trip to Annwfn to meet my personal Arawn.
Forcing my thoughts to change by leaving my comfort zone
To err is the rest of society