The superpower of normalcy would definitely be life-changing, and for the better some would say; however, it would drastically change who and what I am. It would make my life easier, and I would be able to interact with people in ways that I've only dreamed of. Society would no longer be a vast mystery of human rituals and confusing interactions leaving me in a chaotic state of upset. Yet I would no longer be able to be a voice for those like me who could not speak. As great as having any superpower would be, in the end, I prefer to just by myself. After all, we're nothing more than a culmination of our experiences and stardust, and I like being stardust.
For the first time since the end of last year, I'm not in a really bad place mentally. For almost three weeks now, I haven't woken up in the morning and had to make the conscious decision not to take my own life. Life may not be perfect, but it's slowly heading towards something along… Continue reading For the first time in months…
The recurring theme in healthcare when it comes to being transgender is either lack of knowledge or outright discrimination, both of which I have experienced at the hands of doctors sworn to first do no harm according to the Hippocratic oath traditionally taken by doctors. The most recent case of discrimination I've experienced has been… Continue reading Medical Nightmare
Now once again I feel like everything that has started to settle down has been thrown into the fray once again, and I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if we should stay in this area, or New York or move somewhere else. I’m at a loss. It’s being insinuated that my family and I ruined this person’s social life, and they can’t do anything and are now in a bad place. Just when I thought we were safe…
At precisely 12:10pm I will have been born for thirty-three years, looking back it’s been one struggle after another. There are so many chances I wish I would have had that were afforded to others that made their lives considerably easier, but then I realize that if I hadn’t gone through what I have over… Continue reading Thirty-Three
I want to die. I'm so tired of struggling, so tired of fighting, so tired of it being insinuated that my life is meaningless because I'm not good enough at being a minority. Yesterday was supposed to be a good day. It was supposed to be the beginning of the process to start my chest… Continue reading Suicidal Idealations
I have a new phone, and a new carrier. After spending several days engaged with T-Mobile's customer support ( though I hardly think they qualify as support), several Twitter nudgings trying to get them to actually answer my messages, and a metric fuck ton of annoyance I thought we had reached some sort of resolution… Continue reading Resolution: Thanks for the Memories T-Mobile