When I was in college, my friend with benefits knew, like many people did, that I wasn’t exactly the epitome of cishetero-ness.

When I was in college, my friend with benefits knew, like many people did, that I wasn’t exactly the epitome of cishetero-ness.
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.
I gave out some advice in a trans/non-binary group I’m in and I think it might be relevant to others.
It has been difficult to meld my identity with the realities of my physical body.
How many mid-life crises are we supposed to have? Maybe I’m overdoing it.
After years of constant effort in staying as informed as I possibly could, 2020 finally burned me out. Here’s what I learned, and how I plan to move forward with my media consumption.
This is about personal experiences with depression and suicide, and not another standard issue “suicide is bad, call these numbers for help” kind of post.
A little over one year ago, I decided to begin taking my weight loss journey seriously. I began a vastly new lifestyle that day, and these are the results.
About three and a half years ago, I began my weight loss journey when I reached the point where I was officially Morbidly Obese.