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One year later

Posted: November 26, 2017 in All Things Trans

Well, I broke up with some folks and ended up finding my true love. I found my fiance Cynthia . My fiance is fully supportive of me being Transgender and wanting to medically transition. As of 5 days ago I started my medical transition with the help of my primary doctor. I am far more happy with my life than a year ago when I wrote my last post.



Where am I?

Posted: January 29, 2016 in All Things Trans

Where are the words, that used to flow from my hands as easily as taking a breath in and out.

Why have I lost my art?

Why have I lost myself?

Where have I gone?

What have I become?

I used to be full of happiness and now it has faded away from me.

Why am I not happy?

Who is the real me?

Where is my poetry?

I used to be a little bird that would sing when I was sad and make myself happy. Yet that has gone away from me.

Where is my voice?

Where is my song?

Where have I gone?

What has become of me?

All it feels now a days is that I am a cog in the machine. Nothing more nothing less. Not even a human being anymore.

Where is my soul?

Why am I lost in the Matrix?

Just feeling coded and not an individual anymore.

Where am I?

What has become of me?

Why am I a slave to my society?

Just fit in and try your best.

Be the Actress you where meant to be and not the Actor you feel inside.


Where am I?








Transitions of My Life

Posted: March 2, 2015 in All Things Trans
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Life transitions are always hard for me.  Hell I think they are hard for everyone. Change is just a growing pain of life.

So in December 2014 I had to find a new living area and thankfully I found a friend and have been with them for the past 3 months.

In about two weeks I am going to be 22 years old. Which amazes me that I have come this far. Hell last year I was even more amazed at getting to 21.  Plus with transgender statistics people in my category only live to 23 and I hope I survive longer then that.

My life has been an up hill climb both ways these last three years for me.

So, I guess what I am getting at is that I am amazed that I am still alive and kicking and able to make posts still.

When I keep seeing transgender people getting killed by being themselves or doing it to themselves in the form of suicide due to not having a support net to fall back on which makes me sad and angry at the same time.

Why is our society so messed up that just due to not being afraid to be the real you, can kill you?

It Is What It Is


~~February 10, 2015~~ 

Powerful …. just for one minute, put yourself in this human being’s shoes!!

(Please, watch this video with the sensibility it’s intended to have. No intention to offend).


Ruby Rose: ‘I used to pray to God that I wouldn’t get breasts’

The Australian model, DJ and television personality opens up about her struggle with gender identity depicted in her new video

Everybody has a crush on Ruby Rose. Her heart-shaped jaw and piercing eyes first caught the attention of modeling agents when she was a child, and by her teens she was known as the cool tattooed girl on Australian MTV (her audition process required her to pound shots of beer and make out with strangers in the street).

And being gay was not much of a problem for mainstream television. While accepting an award for Favorite Female Personality in 2009, Rose impulsively blurted a question…

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a gentleman and a scholar

Because so many people who want to know more about trans rights, and be supportive, don’t really know what dysphoria is, or what it can do.

Because so many people who want to derail or dismiss discussions of trans people and our existence believe that they can ignore it, or somehow explain it away.

Have you ever broken a limb and had it in plaster? And when you went to move it you couldn’t – when your brain told it to function it failed? When you looked down and expected something – preemptively felt it – your eyes contradicted you, the limitations of your embodied self clashed against the self that your brain expected to be there?

That’s how dysphoria has always felt to me.

It was stumbling with shock when my arms brushed against my breasts (and I struggle to write the word my next to breasts because they…

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