Today I received a formal diagnosis for gender dysphoria, but it feels empty.
Personal journaling, blogs, and commentary about my life. These are likely my most vulnerable posts, and I don’t delete the embarrassing stuff.
Today I received a formal diagnosis for gender dysphoria, but it feels empty.
Bethany and I visited our families in Little Rock and New Jersey and had lots of fun! (My travel blogs are here instead of social media now)
I realized underneath all the frustration, low energy, brain fog, insomnia, and general bad mood… is an intense pain flare.
For every person that tells me some version of “You’re weird.” I get another who says “So? Everyone’s like that!”
Since I came out as queer around this time last year, I’ve been asked some interesting and often insensitive questions.
I’ve hesitated to write about my time in Wisconsin. I don’t want to make the nice people who live there feel bad. Some of them made me feel welcome and comfortable.
When I was in college, I wasn’t exactly the epitome of cishetero-ness. My art school friend with benefits could tell, like many others did.
In early 2020 I answered the first casting call I’ve done since college, and I’ve had to keep it a secret until now.