There are countless scary things to consider when transitioning. So many in fact it’s a really daunting task to even consider listing them all. In a way, it’s an impossible task too, because of the simple fact that each person will experience a very different set of hurdles when making the leaps towards becoming themselves.
Of course we will inevitably share common grievances as well, like coming out to friends and family, figuring out which bathroom to use or which box to tick, being subject to transphobia or fighting for help and support though GP’s and clinics. It’s probably the struggle against these hazards that
I’ve always used drawing as a way to express myself. I think we all did as children, before we decided our drawings weren't good enough and moved on. It’s funny how “that’s not how its supposed to look” can stop us from trying to get there, isn’t it? I’ve learned not to let that stop me.
As a child, in between all the drawings of Link, Mario and Sonic the Hedgehog, I used to vent through my pictures. I vividly remember drawing a grotesque mouth pulled into a smile with wires when I was feeling depressed at around age eight. (Although I could blame watching Pink Floyd’s: The Wall one too many ti
One year ago today, I had a bilateral mastectomy on my chest. It doesn't feel like long ago, and the time before it is sort of a blur. I remember how I used to look, but not how it used to feel.
When I first had my operation everyone was asking me "are you happy?" and "is it liberating?" to which I didn't have an answer. Directly after surgery I had a bout of post operation depression which lasted a fair few months. I never thought I'd made a mistake, but I never got a glorious rush of HALLELUJAH that it seemed like I was supposed to have.
In a way, I guess it's because it was more like a quiet sigh of relief. I was never supposed to look t
Recently a friend asked me when did I know that I was supposed to be male. When did I become concious of the fact that this was me? I wrote them a reply which I think I'd like to share here as well, and maybe even expand on it somewhat.
For me personally, I always knew I was a boy since I was a child. I always wanted to be the male role in all the games we played as kids. When my best friend would be princess Zelda and I'd be Link, when she'd be princess Jasmine, I'd be Aladdin. I was the male character so often that friends didn't even bother to ask me who I wanted to be after a while. They always knew if there was a princess, I'd play the
Firstly, I must say thank you all for your comments, favorites and watches. It's been overwhelming to see so much positive support of my work. Usually I thank each person individually but there are actually too many to keep doing that! Can you believe it?
So from the heart, I'll thank you all here instead. Each comment, fave and watch builds me up to keep making work and sharing personal thoughts and ideas about transitioning and other things in life that I want to work through using art.
I have recovered from surgery now, and life goes on. It was quite terrifying to jump into the world without hitting a wall for the first time. You see, it