On Transitioning

10 months ago

I realized the true nature of myself from the driver’s seat of a Subaru Forester, moonlight shining, humidity fogging the mirror. It was heart-pounding, hands-sweating raw terror. I had spent years cloaking myself in faux happiness. Distracting audiences with stunning visual arrays, I had perfected the art of moving through the world as a “woman.” Yet inside was a thriving oceanic universe of sadness. A school of fish called Worry. Sea urchins of Fear l...

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