Two months on testosterone — while it may not have been fate, I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.
When I say that I’m a queer trans guy, people love to let me know whether or not they think I "look" like a woman or a man. Fun fact: I don’t give a f#ck.
I don’t want your green smoothie recipe, your yoga pamphlet, or your Google search results on the meds I take.
So, deep breath, here we go: I have OCPD.
What we really need is a better definition of health. One that is less about weight and more about the broader idea of what health is really about.
“This apartment building,” I said proudly, “Has quiet hours. It’s part of the lease agreement.” As if that was going to deter anyone. As if that was going to deter you.
I'm not a woman. I never was. Full stop.
Validate my pain. Acknowledge my suffering. And know that, for me, it’s very real.
Don’t ask me to explain how hormones can make a person feel so free.
Contrary to popular belief, I didn’t grow up despondent, purposeless, or lost.