It’s a weird state to be in when you’re both simultaneous fucking rocking it, and yet also struggling with so much imposter syndrome, self-doubt, and bad body feels that it’s keeping you from fully enjoying the potential of your life. Cause that’s exactly where I’m at right now. On one hand, there’s so, so much…
Hi! I turned 35 a couple of days ago on Wednesday! For some, that’s a big cause for celebration but unfortunately I always get really, really fucking sad on my birthdays for some reason. Not 100% sure why but it’s a consistent enough thing for me that I often also see a pretty big drop…
I used to avoid any and all pools and beaches as much as I possibly could because I’ve never felt comfortable with my body, or with any of the bathing suits I ever owned. For some reason I’ve always felt more vulnerable in a bathing suit than I ever have in any lingerie or even…
And by me being not strong, I mean physically. When it comes to my emotional intelligence, my perseverance in the face of seeming insurmountable queerphobia, and my ability to face great adversity in my pursuit of bettering myself and my community, I’m a fucking beast, yo. But those aren’t the strengths I’m expected to have….
Look, I’m a fucking hairy queer. Always have been. My chest, legs, arms, belly, butt, all super hairy and for years that caused me a great deal of grief. Why? Unfortunately I had let passing pressure convince me that the only way for me to look, and be accepted, as trans was to constantly shave…