The Trans Community is more than just Transpeople

Brooke shared an article the other day that was incredibly powerful and brought a new perspective to what I considered to be the trans community. The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines community as:  “a feeling of fellowship with others, as a result of sharing common attitudes, interests, and goals” This means that myself, just like the otherContinue reading “The Trans Community is more than just Transpeople”

How do we tell the kids?

As those of you that follow me may know, I have 2 wonderful children, Bito and Nena. I would tell you their government names but you probably can’t pronounce them and almost everyone I know, has no idea what their real names are – so let’s stick with Bito and Nena. Actually, I refer toContinue reading “How do we tell the kids?”

The Apartment

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” – Lao Tzu Brooke and I reconciled all of our issues and finally opened up to each other about a lot of things that we had been carrying around with us throughout our relationship that caused us to feel disconnected.Continue reading “The Apartment”

Unfucking Myself

During the dark time when Brooke and I were broken up, I was unemployed, attending therapy a few times a week, and suffering from intense depression I found myself at the bookstore again… I was again with my kids just looking around while they decided what to spend their chore money on and I sawContinue reading “Unfucking Myself”

Poetic Expression, for the love of Art

We all feel like foreigners in our bodies at one time or another. Our bodies can make us feel so many things.. Fear Shame Hopelessness Insecure Pleasure Pain Euphoria Belonging For me, Lee speaks to not only the experience of being trans but also the experiences I went through after having children – when myContinue reading “Poetic Expression, for the love of Art”

The crowds settle down as the music starts to play…

The [Public] arena leaves one no alternative, one must either be a dunce or a rogue — Emma Goldman He was tossing and turning again. He had been this way for a couple of days and I could sense that it was his conscience brewing. This wasn’t the first time he had given me newsContinue reading “The crowds settle down as the music starts to play…”