Adventures in Healthcare (Aka My Quest For a Family Doctor)

For the past five years I haven’t gone to one unless it was an emergency. Not because I wouldn’t have loved to address some of my issues, but because the care I was typically afforded simply told me three things: I’m too fat, I’m clearly too dumb, and I don’t merit more than a moment of the doctors attention.

Being Outed Sucks

If you are not queer, it might be hard for you to fully appreciate the horror of being outed.  When it happens there is that moment when my heart grows arms with spindly hands and dagger like nails, which it uses to claw it’s way into my throat where it sits and pounds from it’s efforts. …

Crying Wolf

Ok, I’m going to say what might be some pretty unpopular things this time: now I understand why the right makes fun of us for being “Special Snowflakes”.

Struggles With Dysphoria and My Journey to Find Me

Dysphoria is a burden. I know for some trans people that would be the understatement of the year, but for me I feel like it’s an accurate description. It’s a weight that sits on my chest, figuratively and literally, and yet I’ve had a hard time describing it eloquently to people in the past.

When a Desire for Family Turns Tragic

Anyone who has taken a moment to read my “about me” knows that children are in the plans. What does that mean for me? Well, it’s pretty internally complicated. Firstly, lets talk about some of the hard facts. I’m trans masculine, but haven’t undergone any gender confirmation treatments, why? Well, because we want babies. By…