I’m not denying that dysphoria can make it challenging to live. I’m not denying dysphoria can make it hard to breathe at times. When you look in the mirror dysphoria watches you. It notices every flaw. It doesn’t care about your gender identity. It’s the essence of invalidation.

I know you are confused. I know that you know what they are saying about you isn’t true. Not even remotely. I know they take you to church every Sunday, and tell you how you should think about yourself. I know you don’t really like wearing black and red…

Prior to my transition, I found some amount of comfort being the sassy gay friend who freely hands out compliments, always says men are dogs, and will always remind you that you’re fabulous. Needless to say outside of this stereotypical cartoon…

Coming out as trans was by far the scariest and most rewarding experience of my life. For the first time in forever, I was finally to be comfortable with myself and my presentation. I am not immune to my insecurities or the occasional hiss of gender…