This is my non-binary coming out story. For my memories. For history. For me. Today I'm so proud, but I remember being scared.
There’s some part of me, and so many trans people, that wonders every time we come out. Wondering, “will you still love me if I’m trans?”
It’s kind of crazy how a song can take you back to a time when you didn’t know how to follow your arrow, let alone what an arrow was.
You’re not invincible, but it’s easy to forget that the only thing that can destroy you? It’s you.
Subtle cues - the harassment you can't report - aren't spoken about enough in this country. Neither are the cues that tell us we do belong.
It's the littlest things that remind me I'm trans in a binary world. But there’s joy, too. Joy in seeing minds change and questions asked.