This Guy

Just call me a queer, trans, vegan, humanist, almost-Jewish, loving, organizing, big-hearted fool. My heart, and currently all else, calls Lexington, KY home where I shake, rattle, and roll with the finest folks on earth. I created my blog to document my transition from female to male but it has also become a valuable place for the gestation of ideas and the envisioning of the most radical of movements. Join the discussion. The revolution starts with you.

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3 Responses to “This Guy”
  1. quenyar says:

    I like the way you express yourself. Reading the letter to your parents, I cried, thinking of my own lack of courage to do the same. My father died when I was four and I never took the time to express the changing me to my mother. She was old and ill and I didn’t think it fair of me to make that time all about me, but I wish I had sometimes. Of course I was a lot older than you, too, which may make some things easier, but also makes some things immeasurably more difficult. I hope you keep writing and if you ever have the need for another friend, I hope you’ll think of me… jessica@goomba.com.

  2. Jayme says:

    Hi there. I just wanted to say that I admire you immensely. I just moved to Lexington from a small, nowhere town in Southern KY and although it’s a more diverse crowd, I must say I’m having trouble adjusting to the stares. You see, I’m not a trans…yet. I’ve been drooling over the idea of taking T for a while now, but my fears overcome my own needs. I put everyone before me 99.9% of the time, and the thoughts and reactions of family/friends completely deny me of searching for the true me.
    I’ve also recently completely shirked every aspect of my old femininity when I moved up here. I cut my hair which was well past my shoulder blades, changed my wardrobe more drastically to play the part, and adapted to a new mindset altogether. Granted this is always who I’ve felt like inside, and I feel like I can breath better, but fear still looms in my head. My partner assures me that there isn’t anyone staring, but I don’t know. I’m just not used to being myself in a world full of strangers. I’m sorry to ramble; I’m just glad to have a kindred soul nearby.

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