I found this trans kid who looks up to me — Iam not the wisest trans person ever, by any means. I consider myself to be… decently wise as a trans person. I’m wise enough to write these blog posts and get my words in some high places like PsychToday and U.S. …

As told by a nonbinary kid. — As a young nonbinary adult who’s been out of the closet for more than a year, I’m comfortable with who I am, and my mom is as well. …

we are therapists, and we are each other’s patients. — we are sharks, moving forward to avoid stillness, the equivalent of danger; if we stand rooted to the Earth, the Earth is forced to contend with our blood when it sprays. we know when to move. movement is justice, marching to the beat of our own hearts that can never…

Because everyone could stand to learn a thing or two. — So…bottom growth. That’s a thing. It’s one of the earliest changes for individuals assigned female at birth who begin taking T. And it’s an absolutely wild ride. A rollercoaster ride that isn’t adequately talked about before most people enter the theme park, so I’m happy to share my two cents. …

As much as I tried not to let on — to hide it, I knew this was coming. How could I not? — Content warning: Mention of hate crimes, racial slurs, sexual assault, colorism, and death. If something happens to me… I love you. With all my heart. I’m saying it now and always. I love you, and I’m sorry I won’t be there to say it louder than my voice can carry…

I don’t know how to tell you that I hate it here. — Mom, let me start by saying that I love you. You know that. I don’t ever want you to doubt that. But I don’t know where else to turn to besides putting my thoughts onto this page. Let me say the hard part first, and then I can provide some…

“You look and sound different, but somehow I still see you in there.” — My mom is pretty cool. She sings in a nationally recognized gospel choir and plays the tambourine (at the same time). She’s a single mother, and she’s helping to put me through college. She’s a mixed race lesbian who grew up in the 70s. She plays softball and slides into…

A word to the wise from your digital trans friend — 435 days. 435 days since my first shot of testosterone, taken alone in the bathroom of my childhood home while following along with a YouTube tutorial shared by my PCP. As T has begun to stand its ground in my body and make more and more noticeable changes, I’ve consolidated…