Swipe Right➡️...For those of you who don't know me. I identify myself as a multi-dimensional human being. One of those dimensions is that I am kin to the trans community (also meaning I take Testosterone supplements). I am posting these photos to bring light to trans visibility. To show that we are beautiful and that we are many. For some time now I have been contemplating being stealth (the choice for one to reveal or not reveal their transition/journey). However do to fact that I am an artist, it is my mission to reflect/express the sign of times. Without doing so I am no more than a sheep in the appearance of a lion. It is my determination to speak for the lives of those who are not able to speak for themselves and for the lives lost due to suicide or murder. It is imperative that we not only stand up but we stand in unity. #transvisibility#transisbeautiful#twospirit#ftm#lgbt#queer#nonbinary#tpoc#transyouth#liveoutloud
It's weird how when I tell a straight girl that I've started to have feelings for her, she goes all "I'm sorry if I made you feel that way." But then cracks up when I start fucking with someone else.
Hey! Hey! Hey! We're part of the Hella Gay 5K this Sept. 9th. Look for Jeff's flying feet in the race and our OAP booth on the sideline. Early bird tickets are going fast - get yours at http://ow.ly/bI3g30dUOx8 Brought to you by The Queer Gym & Oaklandish #Marathon#LakeMerritt#Oakland#Queer#Health#Love
Gender identity is weird. For me at least. When I first started exploring instead of denying my gender identity I was in an incredibly unsupportive relationship. Any attempt on my part to appear as other than feminine was met with distaste and loss of attraction from my partner. I'd wake up mornings and want to do anything but be a girl. I'd do my hair, makeup, and put on the most feminine outfit I could manage and my skin would crawl I'd be so uncomfortable. I'd cry almost every morning but not so much that I'd mess up my makeup. I was in love and thought I'd found my soul mate. What was dysphoria compared to holding onto that? But no matter how hard I tried things kept leaking through. Try as I might to deny myself my identity for someone else little parts just kept leaking through. This among many things is what ultimately led to the ending of an almost three year relationship. I mourned hard for two months and didn't think about my identity at all. My only identity was alone. Then comes the passing of a loved one and my identity becomes protector, it becomes keep my sister alive. That feels scarier but somehow more comfortable. A little while passes and sister is stable enough that, that identity doesn't fit anymore either. Oh boy, time to think about who I am again. What a terrifying thought. This time I start the in depth work, change my pronouns as I've long wanted, and tell everyone. This time there is no one to hold me down, no one to force me into a box I clearly don't fit. As a result I hit the gas and go extreme. The feeling of having femininity forced on me for so long felt like drowning, now I have my water wings and I kick as hard as I can in the other direction. I reject femininity entirely and any reference of myself and femininity kicks in my stomach like a mule. Months pass and everyone respects me and my identity. It's fabulous and feels so good but I start think what about the nuances? What about the fact that I still love my feminine body and it's soft, giving shape? What about my pride in my menstruation and connection to the divine feminine? [Continued in comments...]