“How cliché!” said my friend. “I can hardly believe he said that!” My girlfriend was sharing something my boyfriend told her about me as we sat having a glass of wine at a local winery. “Ha Ha, yeah!” I said pretending that it was cliché to me too. Not that…

There’s a Me that no one sees I’m hiding every day. I’m not how I’m supposed to be it doesn’t feel Okay. There’s a me that no one sees I don’t know what to do like feeling that you have to sneeze and never say Ah-Choo. There’s a me that…

Female Friends are hard to find for every mature woman. Female friendships are complicated in ways that men’s are not. Although I feel that men actually have more difficulty forming friendships later in life than women do, trying to befriend another adult woman is a unique maze that requires more…

I’ve had people I loved when I presented as both male and female. Many of them extremely dear and precious to me. Each unique and marvelous in their own ways. I feel blessed to be able to say I’ve experienced love and sex from such a variety of people and…

I’m looking for a room to share in someone’s house because I can’t afford more than the $1500 it now costs for that luxury here in Southern California. I’m a single occupant who does freelance work as an illustrator. Oh, and I’m Transgender. Let’s not forget to figure in that…

I wonder what others assume before meeting a Trans person for the first time? Especially a Trans woman? As a Trans woman myself, I assume they will have issues with self-esteem. Why is that? Is it because I struggle with low self-esteem myself? I know I do. I know I…

The room was filled with sunlight. Through the window, I could see the hotel pool below and the ocean in the distance. The room felt new, fresh, clean, and bright. I dropped my elegant navy and white polka-dot jumper on the floor as I slid next to my boyfriend. He…

I live my daily life as a sixty-year-old woman and the world treats me as such, but I realize daily how much I missed because I didn’t grow up as a cisgender woman. I am a parent and grandparent, but I constantly feel that I know less about children than…

There’s a Me that no one sees I’m hiding every day. I’m not how I’m supposed to be it doesn’t feel Okay. There’s a me that no one sees I don’t know what to do. Like feeling that you have to sneeze and never say Ah-Choo. There’s a me that…