Coming Out, Again and Again

Photo by Tomas Gaspar

The day before my eighteenth birthday I sat on the couch with an NEC laptop in my laps and watched Tranamerica alone at home. Seventeen going on eighteen, was anyone ever so young? Something shifted in me that day: I knew I would never be a woman, get married as a woman or have kids as a woman and still keep everyone I loved by my side as a woman. So I conformed, made compromises, gave up careers, lost friends, betrayed myself and oh man…