You Know What’s Not Cool?

Let me begin this post with a little storytelling.

The first member of my family I ever came out to as trans was my mother. It was a few days after christmas – this was in college; the only time I was actually at home was during the winter holidays. I had been debating with myself the if, how, when, where, who I should tell, for months if not years – ever since I had discovered the terminology to actually describe how it was that I felt. The debate isn’t easy, nor is it fun – it often kept me up late at night, churning over it in my mind. Impatience to tell someone would wrestle with worries that something would go wrong. Sparks of determination would die premature deaths in puddles of hesitance.

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