Nov 30, 2021
3 min read
How My Late Grandmother Is Still Affirming My Gender
A note on a photograph
I recently discovered an old photo of myself, taken in 1975, when I was around three years old. I still have memories of myself from that age, mostly short blips, but still clear as the day they happened. One of those blips was telling my grandmother I was a boy. I’m sure it wasn’t the first time I’d said it, and I know it wasn’t the…
