I recently read how FINA, the international body that governs competitive swimming, placed new restrictions on Transgender swimmers. This restriction immediately impacts all Transgender swimmers competing in international events and sets the standard by which other swimming organizations will be handling Transgender swimmers. Fina has stated that Transgender swimmers may…

(and everything in between…) I was speaking to a Gay woman friend of mine in the women’s locker room after swimming when she said, “I heard you and your former partner broke up.” I knew who she was referring to and we had a short conversation about where I’m at…

As a stealth Trans woman, I’m no longer out and visible. That means I’m safe and not subject to the hate and harassment that often accompanies being out. However, it also means I get no acknowledgment or recognition for my journey. It’s not that I necessarily need any acknowledgment, but…

There are moments when I really wonder how I got here. It maybe something small, like cleaning my boyfriend’s house and realizing that I’m literally cleaning his house in a bra and underwear without any concern or awareness at all, when this was something I would have almost paid to…

Success is often measured by the amount of money and belongings we accumulate in life. I won’t argue that those things aren’t important and helpful, but I measure my life’s success by a different yardstick. I count myself successful even though I really don’t have much money, property, or possessions…

Transgender Sex-Object A man uses my body as a means of reaching orgasm. Put less politely, “getting off.” He’s not the only one enjoying the experience, but my body is more his plaything than the other way around. His sensual object to be explored, touched, grabbed, moved, rubbed, and available…

Perhaps Demon isn’t the right word, but when I was younger, before transition, I used to think of myself as cursed. I thought that being Trans was a curse that destined me for a life spent alone and apart from the rest of humanity. A creature unable to form permanent…

“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…