I can recall the first time I began to realize that I was feminine. I was five-years old and fascinated by girls’ clothing and shoes. I loved how they looked and wanted to wear them. I would watch my mom do her nails and get ready. My parents noticed it as well. I would com...
Archive for category: Emotional Transition
It’s been many months since I’d last seen my therapist; her name is Kelly. She’s one of us, and she’s great at making me feel comfortable in acknowledging who I am. But… she said that it’s time to tell my wife. I know that I need to; I’m sure...
I am a newcomer to this world, not in existence. As I think back, I’ve always been this way, but it took me a long time to realize it, partly because of upbringing. Texas in the 80s was all about repression, and partly because I was a hardhead, stubborn as the day is long. ...
A brief timeline detailing my life On Father’s day, June 18th, 1961 my parents welcomed what they thought would be their fourth boy into the world. In short time, it became evident that our creator had other things in mind. According to my great aunt Stella, I was born thre...
The year is 2019. I recently moved in with my mother and my stepfather, for a couple of reasons, one being that my girlfriend had broken up with me and she said living together wasn’t working anymore. We tried but it was to no avail. I had a phone call to mama about my situ...
Look out ’cause here I come And I’m marching on to the beat I drum I’m not scared to be seen I make no apologies, this is me ~ from “This Is Me” by Keala Settle (soundtrack from The Greatest Showman) Last month, on the day before my 48th birthday, I headed i...
Today has been one of those days; shower isn’t working, clock looks like an apple, and the dog casually strolls over to the neighbor’s lawn to relieve itself. Is this really happening? Is that clock really an apple or has it actually been fifteen hours and thirty-two ...
I’m not going to tell my life’s story because it’s too painful to divulge anything before 2016 at this time. Needless to say, I’ve always thought that I was meant to be a woman. Before 2015, my wife always made clothing for me; most of the time, we had matching outfit...
When I hear a song that speaks to my heart, I tend to relate it to life experiences-both my own and others’. The other day I was listening to a group singing one of my favorite Simon and Garfunkel songs, Bridge Over Troubled Water. The song is an allegory about life; how we li...
