My own child

Having a child that is so much like you. It is you. An extension of yourself. A SAFETY BLANKET. A reassurance that it is ok to die, because half of you is left. Or two halves. I am at the point in my transition where I still have spot bleeding. I have ovaries. I know, […]

Testosterone as a calming influence.

I feel like I’m relaxing into myself. Dark hairs spread down my thighs and up my stomach. I like the patterns they create. Stubble under my chin. A voice less harsh. Two semitones lower. I feel extremes of emotion less intensely. Positive, calming. There is no rage. There is a sex drive but it is […]

On caring for yourself

I haven’t blogged in a while. I’m on a high dose of steroids which doesn’t make it easy to put sentences together. I finally relented and accepted that my flare-up was not going away by itself. I deprioritised my work, if you will, and I can’t remember the specifics, but ended up taking oral steroids […]

Labels, labelling ourselves and labelling others.

For those of you that don’t know I’m a lesbian. How did I come to this conclusion? Well when I was 11 I developed a massive crush on my female French teacher. I say crush, I was madly in love with her for about 10 years. I was a bit of a geek, I watched […]

What the hell?

Dearest Tilda 🙂 of Swift Expressions blog, I just wanted to say thank you for giving me a kick up the arse. After reading your comment on my earlier post ‘A glimpse of happiness’ I immediately logged onto gaydargirls (dating site). I must admit I have been a bit despondent about it of late, as it […]