celebration in Transgender

I never thought I’d be terrified of my own skin.

The words had been practicing somersaults in my throat for weeks, rehearsing their debut in the quiet moments when Mara and I passed each other in the hallway or lay parallel in the dark, not quite...

I keep touching the inside of my wrist where the new hairs lie soft and dark, proof that the testosterone is doing its work. Tonight I’m supposed to feel like a king—my own bachelor party—but the ...