When I was growing up, trans people were primarily relegated to daytime trash TV, movies about serial killers, and murder victims on Law and Order. There weren’t any trans role models I could look up to until I was already an adult. I didn’t have the opportunity to see myself…

One of my earliest memories is digging into a box of children’s costumes my mom had brought home from the church theater program she directed. I was about six or seven years old, and within that big box of various cheap costumes, I found a Belle dress from Beauty and…

I am tired. In fact, I am more than just tired; I am existentially, emotionally, and physically exhausted. Everywhere I turn, there is transphobia or evidence of it. Every corner of the internet sees transphobes lobbing attacks at my community, even when we’re not the topic of discussion. …

I grew up in a nuclear family that was rather prone to outbursts of emotion and screaming during any stressful time. My family has mellowed out in recent years, as many are apt to do as we grow older, but I have C-PTSD from my experiences growing up as a…

We must nurture love within ourselves and our community — I first encountered cis people who were angry about the existence of trans people (particularly trans women) on Tumblr. When I was active on the platform back in around 2009 — 2012, I was profoundly closeted but also outwardly supportive of Trans Rights. I was in college, and trans people…

I am humbly four-hundred and thirty-seven days sober as of writing this essay, and I have learned a lot about what it means to be a sober trans person in that time. Meeting many wonderful sober queer people and finding sober spaces has been extremely healthy for me, and working…