For decades I referred to myself using male pronouns. It made sense at one point because I looked male. It never felt right, but nothing felt right. I went through life not feeling like I was human—straddling a line between male and female and not belonging in either group. As I got older my body......
It’s been awhile since I’ve posted an entry. After my last post back in June, work picked up and really got in the way of being able to post here. There’s a number of entries that I’ve written, but none have made it up yet. Editing takes awhile for me. But I miss writing, so......
Ten years ago, and before that, the person that I was was beholden to anxieties. From when I was a young child I was told I was a boy. I was taught that boys act and dress one way, and girls act and dress another. ...
On my left, through the trees, I could see the sun reflecting off of a lake. The water sparkled and looked inviting, but there was no obvious trail to it. Stared off at the lake I wanted the day to be done. I thought about walking into the underbrush and mingling with the trees. ...
On social media, others around the world can possibly see some part of themselves in you, some part of your face, something about they way you dress, or a way you act and talk--some part they only know to hide. Find others helps themselves to feel normal....