LGBTQ

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.

"The worst part is that I internalized those messages."

My fixation with my face wasn’t about my own vanity – it was just another manifestation of dysphoria.

A thousand Bach violin concertos swirling around my crib, imprinting those melodies on my brain, had not changed the fact that I was meant to be a cellist. And a thousand “she’s,” beginning from the moment that I was born, had not changed the fact that I had grown up to be a “he.”

When I was honest with myself, it was clear that it wasn’t parenthood that I wanted. I just had a desire to be involved in the lives of young people in some meaningful way.

"There are more than three stops on the sexual orientation train (thanks to Melissa Fabulous Fabello for that one!). We typically think: Staight, gay, bi." Nope.

Spurred onto suicide by bullies, we’ve lost someone who could have been part of the world, not separated from it.