Since the moment of my birth (possibly before, but I really don’t know much about that) I was labeled as a female. It wasn’t until I started addressing my discontent that I understood there was more to life than cisgender and transgender. That led to recalling memories of being a little girl, happiest when people mistook me for a boy.

It wasn’t until last year that I fully realized it’s possible to be both transmasculine and non-binary. Let me tell you, if you read that and something resonated, I just saved you some big time therapy dollars. That’s not to say you shouldn’t still go, because I’d marry my therapist if I could, but maybe you won’t spend the months stomping and pouting, unable to articulate how you feel.

Throughout everything, the one constant in my life has been writing. It’s the piece of me I’ve never questioned. It’s my safe harbor, sometimes my escape from everything that’s worrying me.

Thank you for stopping by, for being even a small part of this journey.