It hurts. It hurts to type, to move, to sit still. It hurts to talk, to be silent; it hurts to look in the mirror and see me. A year, and I don't recognize the blue grey eyes in the physically disjointed reflection. She never existed before. He never existed before. We always existed. To … Continue reading Rising Sun
Androgynous
Living Truth
When I was in college I regularly attended counseling sessions at the (be shocked) the counseling center. Every time I went I had to fill out a form identifying who I was, how I was feeling etc etc. The form asked me to identify my gender. Each time I would cross out gender, write sex, … Continue reading Living Truth
Living Between Two Genders
I know that I normally write poetry with the occasional smattering of short stories, letters and social commentary, but I have something I want to talk about. I want to talk about me. Shocking I know, for a blogger to speak of him or herself, but here we are, and with the title being what … Continue reading Living Between Two Genders
