First Event

The Boston Area has the distinction of holding the first transgender event of the year. I was actually floored at the banquet last night when they said the attendance was around 800 people. OMG! Lots of locals, but some people flew in too. I’ve been going for four years. This year I primarily went to…… Continue reading First Event

Future promise

An assertion that seems bound to come true at some point is that reassignment will become a procedure that results in an entirely functional male or female rather than a sterile one. Additionally one that doesn’t require hormone replacement and whose reproductive tissues are direct analogues to what their natal tissues would have been. The…… Continue reading Future promise

Staying Safe

I had an interesting conversation today with my therapist on this subject. I think she was surprised at my attitude on the subject and the degree of caution I have. Staying safe should be a real priority for everyone, not just trans people, not just women but everyone. Years ago I took kempo karate and…… Continue reading Staying Safe

botox to the rescue

Around six weeks or so ago I made what was probably a poor decision. I’ve used topiramate (Topamax) for some years with a break for control or migraines and weight. I was getting quite a few ┬ámigraines a couple of months back and my weight wasn’t so good so I though, “Hey, it’s not working”.…… Continue reading botox to the rescue

Memories from 2012

I thought it might be helpful to review some of the process over the last five years. I’m going to include representative posts and some of the better responses I received. For privacy reasons I’ll remove any names. End of June 2012 I find myself in this ungendered state. I was talking to our rabbi…… Continue reading Memories from 2012

Two hundred ninety five

Sometime over the next two or three weeks the counter will flip and I will have written more than three hundred posts. Non fiction mostly with a solid ┬ácount of poems. Enough to fill a book, which is incredibly shocking. I wasn’t much of a writer, I still remember going to the Dartmouth bookstore, having…… Continue reading Two hundred ninety five