All in Personal
I decided I would pursue medical transitioning after I walked for a few months along Lake Michigan’s shores at sunrise and sunset.
I don't know why I agreed to this. Skinny dipping at night. Jumping into a body of water naked at night. Who do I think I am? Some white girl in a coming-of-age film?
I was first aware of gender when my voice changed.
All the girls wore plaid jumpers until I turned ten years old.
I write a lot about intimacy. I write about my understanding of it.
Not so long ago, a friend of mine told me that people that knew me from school were surprised to hear that I was interested in feminist topics.
Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.
Without boundaries, without expectations, without conformity.
“And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how the sausage is made.”
“I - really? You still want to be friends even if I don’t want to date you?”
“’But for one glorious moment, I touched the sun.’”
fortunately, this is rarely an issue with my gay friends since i'm clear about my boundaries. i do feel like an outcast at times, though.