I first started questioning my gender identity in the summer of 2014, on a backpacking trip that changed my life. From the moment of my…
It’s been nearly a year now since I marched out of the City-County Building in Pittsburgh, flush with a court order, around town to update my identity documents. I fought hard for a new name — and a new gender. The spike heels I’d paired with my red polka-dotted…
The bicycle beckoned. “My body aches to be used,” I explained.
It did. The exercise of my body’s raw force brought benefits of mental health, of improved fitness, of a way to enjoy the beautiful day, and even of better sleep.
it’s fortunate, no doubtfor medicine to be so synonymouswith treating a condition
it’s privilege, trulyto take matters into your own handsand force an institution tosupport all your endeavors
we’re here now,you and i,an ally, i can only assumein full bloombeneath these sheets
I love my body.
I loved it before, too,when it was all thin lines and scruffand I was finally embracing my Y(with no shortage of retrospective irony).Legs which carried me into mountains and across finish lines, arms with biceps just the right size…