Hiding from the Camera
There are only a dozen family photographs of me as a child. There are a handful of elementary school portraits and class pictures. My high school yearbook. Then I disappear from sight. There are no...
View ArticleMy Last Mammogram
I had my last mammogram on Monday. I put it off for four years and only made an appointment because my surgeon required it before he would clear me for top surgery (bilateral mastectomy). I’ve had...
View ArticleEvery Shirt Tells a Story
My oldest piece of clothing is a heather blue wool sweater vest. It is over fifty years old and belonged to my Dad. I can’t wear it. My freshman year in college I washed it and threw it in the dryer. I...
View ArticleWhat I Did During My Midlife Crisis
Mea culpa. I want to apologize to all the middle-aged people whom I mocked, behind their backs, for what they did during their midlife crisis. I rolled my eyes at the $60,000 kitchen renovation with a...
View ArticleMeasure Twice, Cut Once
Monday, the day I had top surgery, did not start off auspiciously. The car service called a half hour before the scheduled pick-up time to tell me they were running late. The car would arrive at my...
View ArticleDrag and Double Drag
I never pretended I was a boy. I just was the way I was. This flustered adults who (mis)gendered me as a boy. As if I was trying to pull something over on them. As if I was being dishonest. As if it...
View ArticleHave You Always Had That Mustache?
Now that I’ve had top surgery, I’d like to stop thinking about what to do next and settle back into my butch/transgender self. Without feeling pressured to be on some trajectory with an endpoint....
View ArticleWhy I Like Happy Endings
I’m not a Pollyanna or a Little Lord Fauntleroy. I don’t expect the best from everyone, but I do like happy endings. Not happy as in a boy falls in love with and gets the girl, but happy as in the cop...
View ArticleTransitioning While Butch
I’m three months post top surgery and I’m happy to report that I’m as comfortable in my body as I can ever remember myself being. This morning I did push ups in the privacy of my living room; I was...
View ArticleDysphoria, Body Image, and Self-Consciousness at the Beach
It has been almost two years since I went swimming. It is a shame. I love the beach and I love swimming in the ocean. I stopped going to the beach because wearing a women’s swimsuit hit the perfect...
View ArticleBeing Visibly Queer
I was visibly queer before I was conscious of being queer. Back then, I was one of those kids you could spot a mile away and say “She’s going to be a lesbian when she grows up.” Now, you’d probably say...
View ArticleInformed Consent
I walked out of my appointment at Callen-Lorde, on Thursday morning, with a box of 30 packets of 25mg of 1% testosterone gel (Perrigo brand, expires 5/2018) and a signed Informed Consent form. The week...
View ArticleChest Hair and Happy Trails
The barrista recommended the Sumatra Mandheling Dark Roast. He filled up my thermos cup and I told him that “I like coffee that puts hair on my chest.” It’s true. I like coffee that has a little oil...
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