Today I’m officially 1 year old! 🥳 (iykyk) Last year, Jan 14, 2024, the final pieces of my egg broke away and I realized I’m a woman.

It’s been a fucking whirlwind of a year. A relationship ended, a new relationship started. Buying a house. Selling a house. Buying a new house. Moving in with my new partner. Growing tits. Getting my balls removed. Going through puberty at 35/36 (ie: 1). Constantly evolving wardrobe. A business closed, a business started. Transferring to a new department. A new promotion. Starting/leading a new department. Dating feminine men. Hookups. Dating masculine men. Realizing I am not interested in masculine men. Dating women. Realizing I definitely prefer dating women. Navigating a looming divorce. Preparing for years-long surgery waitlists. Having surgery. Preparing to have another surgery. Navigating HRT access amidst an upcoming transphobic and hateful administration. Making new friends. Losing old friends. Getting ahead at work. Getting behind at work. Being happy. Being sad. Laughing. Crying. Life.

I don’t really know how else to describe it. Life finds a way, y’know? I’m happy. The world is fucked and we’re all dying and fascism is on the rise again, but I’m trans and I no longer will hide it, whatever that means for my future. Fuck off nazis and transphobes, I don’t give a shit about you and your panic about where I piss. Today I’m celebrating a year of being visible, of being me, and I’m so excited to do so with a few close friends tonight. I love life, as much as it depresses me. I’m determined to make the best of it, and the people in my life help make that dream a reality. 💞