The Kindness of Strangers

As a short, skinny kid with an eye patch who became a short, less-skinny, permanently-winking adult, people always assumed what I could not do. As a child, people took one look and concluded that I was either feeble-minded or -bodied. I applaud my mother for always being vocal with others about that reality, but I never thought about how exhausting that must have been. Now, as an out-and-flag-wearing trans man, I realize that I’ve traded one assumption for another. Between my work for Hagerstown Hopes and my slowly-growing potential reader base, I realize that I’m constantly representing something bigger than […]

Liberty or Death

The feeling of being transgender in America The best way to describe the feeling of being a transgender American is constant nausea-inducing dread. The nausea has been as constant to me in the past two years as is finding myself having to be excused from conversations, needing a moment to compose myself, while people who continue to live in the safety of their heteronormative-ness discuss our political situation as though we are in a classroom, and not watching millions of our fellow citizens lose every freedom and protection that keeps us from becoming another statistic, from becoming another memorial or […]