Why I Won’t Transition

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Article By E.S. Wynn


For some, the very existence of this article may be seen as inflammatory. I want to take a moment to state right here, right now that I'm not writing this article to shame anyone or try to dissuade anyone from pursuing the highest realization of their physical and emotional self. I feel that I have expressed many times in previous articles how proud I am of those who choose to medically, socially and legally transition. It's a huge process, and for many who undergo it, very necessary.

It is important to remember, however, that transgender is an umbrella term. It's a spectrum, and just as there are those who will choose to adjust their physical form to match their internal identity, so there will also be those who will choose not to. This article's purpose is to shed light on the reasons why just one trans individual has made the decision not to transition at all, despite the incongruities between my inner sense of my gender and my outer physical sexual characteristics.


Procreation:

Family is very important to me. I'm very proud of my ancestors and I'm proud to share the same DNA as them. For as far back as I can remember, I've wanted to carry on the family line, to continue my physical lineage on into the next generation and share the legacy that I am so proud of. I'm not adverse to adoption. I think it's very noble, and if I was given a choice between adopting and not having children at all, I would certainly choose adoption in a heartbeat. I am proud of my ancestors, of who they were and of all that they accomplished during their lives, and I want to continue the legacy we've all been building, if I can, as completely as possible.

One of the problems with transitioning medically is that it can render you infertile. This isn't a problem if you adopt, but if you plan on having children that you are biologically related to, it gives you something to consider. Going all the way with your medical transition can also (for some) mean genital reconfiguration, and since we haven't reached a place yet where such a reconfiguration could be so complete that someone like me could become pregnant and carry a child to term, the desire to procreate outweighs (for me) the desire to bring my outsides as closely into alignment with my insides as possible. And man, if I could take on the pain and struggle of pregnancy for my partner, I’d do it in a heartbeat just for the opportunity to experience the creation of life.


Advantages of Being Male:

Even when I spend hours preparing (emotionally and physically) to go out into public with the aim of being seen as a woman physically, I don’t pass. My body is very male, and it’s very obvious to the people who see me that I’m not a woman biologically. As a man, I have been told that I am good-looking, that I am very masculine-appearing. I’ve got a good solid jawline, good musculature, a man’s nose and I’m six foot, four inches tall. To “fix” all of that with surgery, (if that’s even possible) would cost a mint, and if I’m going to spend a mint on something, I’d rather spend it on land I can farm, on board games and the materials I need to make more bitchin’ battle jackets.

So when I look at myself in the mirror, I take a moment to really consider the physical form I’m in. Yeah, my first reaction is almost always “what the hell? Who is that?” but it passes. Like an old familiar ghost I’ve worked to become comfortable with, I’ve learned to accept that the dude in the mirror really is the body I’ve been born into. Instead of looking at it and hating all the aspects that are masculine, I try to turn it around and see the value in what I have. I look at this body and think “well, it’s not so bad as far as male bodies go.” Sometimes I look at my physical form and can almost convince myself that I’ve won the genetic lottery, as far as male bodies go. I try to see the advantages, the benefits that my physical form gives me.

One of those benefits is the ability to walk around nearly naked without being hauled off to jail for having my chest exposed. Another is the effect that a strong, deep voice has when used to shock people (for self-defense) and the fact that my partner really digs this body. Male genitalia have all kinds of useful features, and by being male, I’m immune to the oppressive beauty “standards” (makeup, plucking, eye-liner, body shaving, etc.) that most women feel they have to adhere to religiously. I don’t have to budget for the supplies for the beauty regime, and I don’t have to spend money on chest underwear that costs $20 a piece (at minimum) with the upper limit being in the hundreds of dollars per unit. Let me tell you, the worst part about breasts is that wearing an uncomfortable bra all day long really sucks, and whenever you lose or gain weight, your breasts change size and your bra can become uncomfortable. Add to that the fact that washing machines and dryers can literally eat your underwear (or cause the underwire to burrow out through the fabric enough that it stabs you in the boob) and I think you begin to realize how much being “required” by society to wear a bra really sucks.

So, long story short, I’ve learned to see the advantages that come with wearing this male body and presenting as a male, even if the gender dysphoria is there. I’ve found ways to come to peace with what I have, and even see the benefits of it, the pros instead of focusing just on the cons. There’s power in accepting who I am, and it’s a hell of a lot less expensive than dealing with all of things that are required to completely medically transition to female (I’ll get into those in the next section.)


Medications, Surgeries and Hormones:

If a doctor told me I needed surgery to survive, I'd ask for a second opinion. Unless I was bleeding out on a gurney, I'd think twice about any kind of invasive medical procedure. If a doctor told me I needed to take a medication for the rest of my life, I’d laugh in that doctor’s face and walk out. I have no interest in modifying my brain or body chemistry with medications that work “in theory” prescribed by practicing physicians who are getting kickbacks for every patient they hook to the drugstream. I’m so anti-modification (for myself, others can do what they want) that I have no interest in even getting any kind of piercing. I hate needles with a passion, and consider even shaving my face to be a frustrating chore.

Considering all that is required to transition from male to female, it just isn’t a priority for me. When it’s done completely, gender reassignment therapy for an MTF (Male to Female) requires a lot of cutting, a lot of electrolysis, a lot of medications and injections. The worst part is that once you’re on hormones, in most cases, you have to stay on them for the rest of your life (if you want to continue to benefit from their effects.) Add to that the fact that there are warnings about the dangers that long-term trans-specific medications can have on the liver (and warnings about going off of them suddenly) and it all starts to sound really dicey and full of risk (for me.) To each their own. I don’t judge. The pros of any situation, change or way of life must be weighed against the cons.) For me, as someone who eats organic as often as I can, who does everything I can to keep weird chemical shit out of my body, the benefits of transitioning medically seem small compared to the many risks and sacrifices I’d have to make. For those who need medical transitioning as a life-saving procedure (especially if they are a suicide risk,) I say, 100%, go for it. You do you, and don't let anyone's opinion (or choices) hold you back.


Spiritual Reasons:

I believe that one's relationship to the spiritual is a deeply personal part of their experience as a human being. We all have our own beliefs and experiences, things we doubt and things we seem to know innately. I think there's more going on out there than our minds are currently capable of understanding, but that's just me. Long story short, I think every person's religious or spiritual viewpoint is valid, but only for themselves. If you truly believe that your actions will send you to hell, I wouldn't be surprised if you find yourself there when you die, but that's neither here nor there. For me, the closest label I identify with is Vanatru. I don't believe in the Christian vision of hell.

So how does this shape my views on my own body in regards to gender transitioning? Well, despite the fact that there seems to be evidence that at least some of Freyja's priests were cross-dressers (maybe transgender? Who knows) I simply believe that I chose to come into this life as a male, to learn and work through dysphoria while I'm here. As I stated previously, having a male body has its advantages, and I think sometimes that one of my big spiritual life lessons is learning to see that, to see the beauty and the power in the body I have, instead of yearning for the beauty and power I'd have if I had been born female. A lot of my personal philosophies and spiritual ideas fall along similar lines, that my life is colored by lessons I can experience and work through now, or choose to address at a later date (or in another life.) Facing the problem head on and conquering it, resisting it and staying above it-- that's the approach I take toward my own gender dysphoria, toward self-judgments and worries, and even when it comes to ideas like suicide. No matter how dark the situation you're going through seems, no matter how long you have to live through it, it is still always temporary. No matter what you believe, you only get one chance to be in the body you are in right now. Enjoy it, be at peace and make the most of it, whatever that means to you. My dad has a saying: "The grass is always greener on the other side, by the sewer pond" meaning that whichever side of the fence you're on will have its own pros and cons. Only you can decide which good outweighs the bad that comes with it.


I'm Afraid

Fear is another powerful part of the human experience. It holds us back, but it also protects us. I talk big, I fight hard and I've come a long way in fighting my fears, standing up to them and throwing them off when I feel like they serve no purpose but to limit me. I've vanquished a lot of pointless and destructive fears in my life, but with each new horizon I've opened up within my own experience of reality, there have been new fears to face, new limitations to slow me and shackle me. To say I am free of fear in regards to my transgender identity would be dishonest. I have a lot of fears, and some of them influence my stance on my own body and my decision not to transition to female.

Perhaps most of all, I'm afraid of being unhappy. I'm afraid of taking that long, arduous journey between male me and female me only to find that I'm no more happy (or worse, actually less happy) than I was before the journey began. It comes down to the grass is greener idea I mentioned in the last section. I'm afraid of looking back and going "damn, I had it good. Why did I fuck that up?" I'm afraid that the disadvantages of being a transwoman would far outweigh the disadvantages of being trans without transitioning. I'm afraid of missing something, some positive thing still to come in my life if I stay male. I'm afraid of social stigma, of limiting myself and putting myself in danger by being who I am openly, of crossing a line in the sand between me as a curiosity and me as an unemployable "freak." I'm afraid of being controlled by the expectations that gender roles create within our society of what it means to be a woman, fostering the creation of a hyperfeminine me that is less honest than who I am already. I'm afraid of losing more friendships than I already have, and I know that chances are I'd be kicked out of Freemasonry and lose my loving partner as well if I underwent a full transition. What woman would love me if I crossed that line, if I became a woman to as much of a degree as is medically possible? I know I can survive without love, even thrive in my own way, but I'd rather not put myself in a situation where I'd have to face that. For me, the potential cost of becoming female in this society, in this era and at this technology level far outweighs the benefits.

As I stated in the beginning, these are simply my reasons for choosing not to transition to full time female. If you are transgender and you feel that you want or need to completely transition to the gender that you identify with, I am 100% fully in support of your decision. You do what makes you happy and what brings you toward the realization of your highest self. Don’t doubt yourself, and don’t let anyone make you feel like shit for whatever you decide is the right path for your life. Seize your individuality by the ovaries and go be the best version of you that you can be. Whatever you decide for you, you’re right, and if you start to doubt yourself, make a list of reasons why you need to stay strong. You can survive, whatever you decide. You can survive and thrive. At the very least, know that whatever course you chart for yourself, I’m proud of you. Be you in the best way that you can, whatever that means to you.


If you were moved in some way by the content of this article and you’d like to share your own experiences and decisions about gender transitioning, or would like to be interviewed so that you can share your perspectives as a trans person with the readers of this blog, please feel free to contact me through the contact form here: [link]. Make sure you have javascript enabled or the form will just display a blank page. I’d love to hear from you, and I’d love to share your perspective with our readers. Thank you!


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Red Gender

In previous articles, I've talked about the importance of visibility and representation for trans individuals. I maintain that it is vitally important for people within all minorities (the trans community included) to voice their experiences and to be heard. In order to resist and destroy destructive stereotypes and fear-saturated opinions about trans people and what it means to be trans, we must stand up and express our truth and our perspectives in any way that we can.

For me, that means writing. For me, the easiest way to express my experiences as a trans person is through poetry. That is why I wrote the book Red Gender.

Though Red Gender is not my first collection of poetry to deal with trans issues (see my book Trans Physical Dynamics by clicking [here]), it is the first that I've written which deals with trans issues exclusively. Every one of the more than fifty pieces included in this collection is inspired by my life and growth as a trans individual. Some are spicy, some are spiritual, some explore my battles with gender dysphoria and some are full of great joy and gratitude for certain experiences that only a trans person could live through.

In lieu of an article this week, I'm going to include a couple of my favorite pieces from Red Gender in this post. I'd be incredibly grateful if you would also consider picking up a copy of the book for yourself over at my publishing house, Thunderune Publishing. [link]


For One Night Only


Whether we're shaving our legs
stepping out together
as women
as the sexiest
most elegant
and enviable
lesbian couple
you've ever seen
or cropping our hair
back to butch
in black suits
and crisp hats
or slicking back
and going punk
in blood-flecked war boots
in grungy battle jackets
or mixing it up
as one stunning male
walking arm-in-arm
with his buxom babe
until we swap the roles
until we mix it up
and both become
a celebration
of alternate identity
arting up the body
for one night
for one night only.


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Shave Away The Pain


It's about freedom
not fetish
it's about feeling
about being
your highest self
striving
to shave down
all the rough edges
turning every angle
into a curve
until you are you
until you can look in the mirror
and smile
and see
someone you recognize
see you
the inside on the outside
for the first time
in all the dysphoric days
of your upsidedown life.


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Manmade Monster


show your little girls
that they can be heroes
be butch and strong and sensible
and idolize tomboys
and tell them that they are beautiful
in their bald-head bootheel badassery

but never let your boys
grow up to be Nagels
to be proud and elegant
to be bold and beautiful
with eyes that slay
and heels that clack
that demand attention
and each strike
is like lightning

because we all know today
that it's okay
for a babe
to want to be a boss
in pants and suit and tie
in close-cropped hair
with minimal makeup

but put a guy
in painted nails
in a wig
in a cute top and padded bra
with shaved legs
under a pencil skirt
and people look
and people stare
and all because you've made a monster
you've made a man
into a monster.


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If you enjoyed these pieces and would like to read more poetry on the trans experience, hop on over to Thunderune Publishing by clicking the link here: [link] and pick up your own copy of Red Gender today. Thank you for reading!


If you have a story (or poetry) about your own experiences as a trans individual or would like to be interviewed so that you can share your perspectives as a trans person with the readers of this blog, please feel free to contact me through the contact form here: [link]. Make sure you have javascript enabled or the form will just display a blank page. I’d love to hear from you, and I’d love to share your perspective with our readers. Thank you!

On Passing

Photo by Rayne's Avante-Garde
Article By E.S. Wynn


One of the things that I'd like to talk about is "passing" as your preferred gender. For trans people, passing can become an obsession, the holy grail of our lives, but it doesn't have to be that way. Sure, there can be a great deal of joy and safety and self-acceptance in passing, in being your internal self in the external world, but pursuing it to its highest degree also ignores the fundamental underlying problem of what has to be done in order for a person to pass, and why we would feel compelled to go to extreme lengths to do it at all.

In every trans-centric post I've written so far, I've posted a picture of me from a photoshoot that I literally spent months preparing for. I don't dress like this every day, nor would I want to. It's way too much work, and I've got better things to do than spending hours making sure my makeup slays every time I leave the house. Most days, it's easier just to dress "like a dude," in a shirt and pants, unshowered and unshaven, as many women I know do. Stereotypically female clothing, beauty products and accessories feminize the body and aid in passing, but I don't need to wear a dress to feel like a woman. I don't need to pass as female in the eyes of strangers to feel like a woman. I feel like a woman all the time no matter what I'm wearing. That's just how gender dysphoria works.

So why is passing so important? Fear. I'm not just talking about the fear that trans people feel of being outed against their will or the fears we experience of being judged or assaulted if we don't pass. I'm talking about the fear that drives strangers to judge, to assault and to decry those of us who are different. Every time someone makes a judgment, it ultimately comes from a place of fear, fear of homosexuality and how it could effect them personally, fear of their own inner demons, fear fueled by a lack of information about what it means to be trans. I know that in my younger days, I sneered at a fair number of drag queens, and the first time I ever actually met an MTF individual (at a college PFLAG meeting in 2006) I stared at her and studied her for hours out of morbid curiosity. I have met old men who used to make a sport out of beating up “queer” individuals, men who have turned around their lives and who now live without judgment. It wasn't just time and the mellowing of age that made them change. It was information. Information is the best weapon we have against any fear we use to oppress ourselves and others.

I don't want anyone to get the idea that I think passing is never an important consideration, or that I'm shaming women who choose to wear makeup every day. Cosmetics are as much a beauty-enhancer as they are a form of armor, or warpaint for the woman warrior. To look fierce and beautiful is to become intimidating. Women who are confident, intimidating and strong are fully within their place of power, and are less likely to become victims (I've been told, and I have experienced this personally) as are transwomen who pass well enough to be accepted as women by strangers instead of being seen as "men in drag." What I am saying is that people should be allowed to wear what they like. Hairy legs and cargo shorts, lipstick and skirts, it shouldn't matter, and it especially shouldn't matter what the fears of others drive them to think about us as trans people. We carry our own truths within us, and we can share those truths with others, but we should never squash them, especially to shield others from their own fears. Whatever gender you identify with, whether you are trans or not, you know that you still feel like that gender no matter what you are wearing, where you are and who you are with. It's constant, it never changes, and so why not wear what you want, in any given combination? You're still you. Be you, and strive to be you in your own highest form. If that means pink wigs and frilly skirts, go for it. If that means tanktops and tattoos, go for it. Be you, unapologetically, and fuck what anyone else thinks. Feminine beauty “standards” are bullshit and binding anyway, and most women (transgender or otherwise) that I know personally don't have the time to slay like a supermodel every single day. We've got better things to do than to cater to anyone's fear-based judgments.


If you have a story about your own experiences as a trans individual or would like to be interviewed so that you can share your perspectives as a trans person with the readers of this blog, please feel free to contact me through the contact form here: [link]. Make sure you have javascript enabled or the form will just display a blank page. I’d love to hear from you, and I’d love to share your perspective with our readers. Thank you!



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An Article on Timing

Photo by Rayne's Avante-Garde
Article By E.S. Wynn


Coming out as trans (or as anything else that there might be a social stigma attached to) can be a real challenge, and it can take a lot of support from friends and family to get through it. Even so, when it's over, there can be this feeling of “well, now that everyone knows, what's the big deal?” Which can lead to the question: why didn't I come out earlier?

Instead of following that thought down the dark road of self-criticism, I think it's important to explore the reasons why it can take so long to come out. Because my own experiences are the only experiences I really have to draw from, I'll discuss my reasons for waiting thirty-three years to come out as trans in this blog post.

Fear, and a lack of information. I'll just come right out and say it. Fear and a lack of information about what it means to be transgender are the reasons I waited so long to self-identify and to be open about it. Even still, I get little twinges of doubt and worry about what people will think, about the hatred and weirdness I've read about other trans people having to deal with during the course of their everyday experiences. Even still, I think about my friends and family, and worry (only a little now) about whether or not my being open about who I am might drive them to distance themselves from me. I've been destitute in the past. I've been abandoned suddenly by those I cared about, and there's a fear, indeed a deep terror that, when I do something as simple as painting my nails or putting on a wig, I'm sewing the seeds of my own destruction, of my fall back toward homelessness and heartbreak.

But, you know what? It's all illusion. I live in a time, a city and a community that celebrates diversity, and even if I express my inner feminine side openly, I haven't sabotaged anything. In fact, all of the most important people in my life (including my work life) have been incredibly understanding and supportive since I've opened up. It's who I am, and it's common, human decency to accept people for who they are.

The fears still come and go, though, as fears are wont to do. They're there to keep us safe, to keep us keen and on guard against threats that could (literally) kill us. They've protected me, but they've also been like a concrete brick, slowing my growth toward the openly transgender individual I am today. Part of the reason for the fear came from my own aforementioned lack of knowledge about what it means to be trans, and it's that lack of knowledge (and the fear dynamic within it) that I'm going to talk about next.

When I was a teen, sexuality was social credibility. If you were gay (or suspected of being such) you would be the target of constant abuse (physical and emotional) from the other students. Every day on campus was a fight to defend myself from attack and prove that I was not gay by acting "like a man," which usually involved using my fists or backpack as a weapon. Homophobia was so rampant that no one used the school's extensive shower facilities after P.E. class, and those very few (one or two) kids who did were ruthlessly teased for it with lines like "oh, you want to smell good for your boyfriend?" Fistfights would break out in the locker room over accusations of one student looking at another student's "junk" during changing. Some of us avoided all of this as much as possible (myself included) by just changing in a stall in the bathroom. Despite this and other precautions I took to avoid caustic situations, I was still repeatedly slammed against lockers for being “queer.” I denied the label vehemently, but children (and teens) can be ruthless in enforcing the social pecking order, and "fag" was the label most easily wielded in that place and time.

The funny part is that I've never found myself attracted to men. It's a heteronormative idea that all women (including those who were born male but who identify as female) must be attracted to men. I can attest, (as can many other trans individuals) that gender identity is a completely separate concept from sexual preference. Trans individuals, no matter how they identify (as male, female or something else entirely) have the same range of preferences as any other group of individuals. Some are attracted only to women, some only to men, some to both, some to neither, and some are pansexual, meaning they are attracted to every kind of gender configuration out there, or nearly so. Assigning a sexuality to a gender is as silly as assigning a race to a creed. You wouldn't assume that Catholics are always Caucasian. There is a rainbow of races within Catholicism, just as there are a rainbow of sexual preferences under the trans umbrella.

It has taken years to work past the flawed programming of my childhood that kept my own gender expression firmly in check. For decades, my mind was filled with horror stories and twisted images of what it meant to be gay and what it meant to be trans. For me, growing up, trans was synonymous with gay, and as a label was applied to only two people: RuPaul and Rocky Horror Picture Show's Doctor Frank-N-Furter, and I found them both to be absolutely terrifying. I wanted nothing to do with that world, and so I shunned it. The woman within me grew and matured, and though I often found myself wishing that I would wake up in a world where I would be living my life as a female, complete and accepted, I never sought to express it on the outside. I didn't want to be the third name in some kind of trans trinity that included RuPaul and Frank-N-Furter.

What I didn't know was that neither RuPaul or Tim Curry are transgender. In his/her own words, (RuPaul is comfortable with either pronoun) RuPaul has said that “drag is really making fun of identity. We are shapeshifters. We’re like ‘okay, today I’m this, now I’m a cowboy, now I’m this’. Transgender people take identity very seriously – their identity is who they are." And so it is with me, and with all of the self-identified trans people I know. We have an identity, a feeling inside that is very important to us. It has always been a part of our lives, our experience and it colors and defines everything we see, do and the very way we live, whether we're out of the closet or not.

So who do we rally to then, as Trans individuals? What heroes do we hold up as ideals to aspire to? Well, let's look to the media. LaVerne Cox and Caitlyn Jenner are well known and probably the first two who come to mind, but where are all of the other voices? The transmen, the bigenders, genderfluid and genderqueer individuals? As a demographic, trans people face the same problems that all minorities struggle with: the problem of representation, and that's where the lack of information comes from. We have precious few suitable role models to look to, and a host of bizarre, fetishistic caricatures (like Frank-N-Furter) that are applied to us against our will as examples of what we “must be” if we feel a certain way. Like so many others, I wandered lost for decades because, to me, even feeling very strongly female inside, I refused to consider that I might be transgender simply because I wanted nothing to do with men getting off on wearing women's underwear. I'm not that kind of person. I have no interest in wearing anything “sexy” and I never have had such an interest. The woman I am is not a neglige woman. The woman I am is something harder, edgier. Something real, something else entirely.

But again, that's where representation becomes important. Trans people aren't all beautiful super models. We aren't all female, and we haven't all transitioned, nor will some of us ever choose to transition. As LaVerne Cox herself says, "The preoccupation with transition and surgery objectifies trans people" and I think that is such an important thing to remember. Transgender literally means someone who transcends the binary of gender, someone who doesn't fit neatly into the box of boy or girl. There are as many ways to be transgender as there are ways to be human, and that is one of the main reasons why I am writing this, why I am openly identifying as trans. It's the reason why I encourage my trans friends and family to write about their experiences, to put their perspectives into poetry and sing about who they are, about what it is like to be trans. By increasing our visibility, both as unique individuals and as a community, we make the world safer for others like us.

When it comes to the fear and the bad programming and the lack of knowledge, I blame no one. I don't blame my parents, and I never will. They did the best that they could given the tools and the knowledge at their disposal and I am incredibly grateful for the wisdom and the values that they imparted to me. If it wasn't for my dad, I wouldn't be the man that I am today, and if it wasn't for my mother, I wouldn't be the woman that I am today either. If anyone is to blame, I blame myself for being afraid, for lacking the confidence to even research gender identity or explore my own feelings more than I did within the confines of my mind. I blame myself for thinking that trans-ness was fetishistic and involved nothing but gay men putting on panties and getting turned on by the taboo of it. I blame myself for not talking with anyone about my inner woman until I was thirty, for being so secretive that even my ex-wife knew nothing about it during the course of our entire five year relationship (I'm sure she'll be very surprised if/when she finds out!)

More importantly than any of that useless blaming, though, I have to say that I forgive myself. I forgive myself not just because I was young and very much invested in being as male as possible for survival's sake, but also because I'm not hiding who I have always been anymore. I'm standing up, I'm opening up and I'm explaining what it means to be trans (for me) in the hopes that by doing so I can increase awareness and create a safer world not just for myself, but also for all those who are still locked inside the closet, unable to express themselves for fear of social or physical injury.

So if you're reading this and you're thinking about when the best time to come out might be, or how you might go about it, I can tell you that the only right time is when you feel safe and right about it. If you're curious about something, research it! If you feel like you might fall within the transgender spectrum, look for the youtube videos, podcasts, blog posts and articles filled with the voices of people who are openly trans. Listen to what they have to say about their experiences. Take the good with the bad, explore it, and proceed toward your own highest self, whatever that looks like for you. There's no such thing as too much knowledge, so keep exploring.


If you have a story about your own experiences as a trans individual or would like to be interviewed so that you can share your perspectives as a trans person with the readers of this blog, please feel free to contact me through the contact form here: [link] Make sure you have javascript enabled or the form will just display a blank page. I’d love to hear from you, and I’d love to share your perspective with our readers. Thank you!



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