Why do I sit here every other week and bleed my heart out into the aether for anyone who is listening?
I did it for myself. The primary enemy of my transition is my own transphobia and shame. I didn’t know this two years ago, but on instinct I endeavored to be as open as possible about all of this. Little did I know that I was preparing myself for random people’s questions about my junk; testing my boundaries of what I am and am not comfortable sharing with others, and learning to accept myself – learning that what I’m doing is amazing and noble and worth telling the world about.
Because I was born a man and am somehow, mysteriously but surely, a woman. And I have to deal with it. I have to deal with battle royale-style arguments with religious types who want to debate my gender. And I have to deal with colleagues of over half a decade who won’t give me the time of day.
But I did it for myself. I had to choose between making a go of being a woman or to die trying to be a man. I chose myself, I chose life, and I am awesome. I’m not ashamed of that.