39 trips around the sun. It’s hard to believe I’m in the final year of my thirties, and I feel like I’m JUST starting to live my fullest and most authentic life.
The past six months, especially, have taught me so much about my community and where I fit, what brings me joy and how to share it, what I desire and how to take up space, what I need and that I’m able to ask for it. I have a support system so incredible, there aren’t enough words to properly express what they mean to me. They leave me speechless, teary eyed, and in awe every day.
From incredibly kind words, to epic hugs, enthusiastically indulging me while I gush about my garden to beyond generous gifts, the people in my life are absolute gems, and have absolutely spoiled this birdday boi!
I had top surgery about two months ago, and for the first time in my life, I can look at photos of myself, and be truly happy. I can look in the mirror, and not immediately want to change a million different things about myself.
I feel free, and I love who I am. Both inside, and out.
I’m looking forward to the next 39, with the mask finally off.
Two weeks into my top surgery recovery, and I am definitely still very much healing, but omg. I am beyond happy.
My friends and family have been absolutely incredible. From funds to food, help with showers to emotional support, and so much more, they’ve helped create an environment where I truly can heal. I am incredibly lucky and will be forever grateful.
I have so many words, and none at all.
We are living in some exceptionally wild times, and there are many people out there who want to eliminate myself, and people like me. It’s getting increasingly more unsafe to live authentically, as ourselves, and that’s fucking terrifying.
I don’t know how to get people to understand that we just want to LIVE.
Things are scary, but let me tell you about my community. These two, along with many other INCREDIBLE humans, have shown me what community truly is. What family truly is.
The way my people have rallied to make me feel held, and cared for, and loved is beyond anything I could have ever dreamed of.
I’m exhausted. But I’m exhausted from a weekend of celebrating trans joy, and trans bodies, and trans fucking futures. We met my top surgery fundraising goal (on #TDOV), with the help of so many people, and the ridiculously hard work of some of my closest loved ones. It is not lost on me how fortunate I am to have the support and love of the people around me, because TOO many do not.
We WILL keep moving forward. We will continue to love and support one another. We will live our lives as our truest selves, because otherwise? What are we even doing here?
Cis folks, we really hope you’ll stand up and do the work to keep us safe, because we’ve been doing the work forever.
Last thing: I’M HAVING TOP SURGERY THIS WEEK, Y’ALL!!!! 😭😭😭😭
Last last thing: TRANS FAM, I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH! You are magical, and beautiful, and so so special.
It’s official! I’m getting top surgery very soon. It’s something I’ve been working toward for quite some time, and I’m very very excited about finally truly feeling like me. With that, comes the stress of trying to pay bills that won’t rest while I rest.
I am self-employed, so when I don’t work, I don’t get paid. I’m not the best at asking for help, but I know I’m going to need it.
My very very sweet and incredible friends have organized a fundraising campaign to help ease the financial burden, while I recover. I know things are tough for so many right now, but if you’ve got some spare change, the help would be endlessly appreciated.
There’s also a very silly video on the page that @dayumjamrva made, and every time I watch it, I have to hold back sobs, because my friends are the actual best! 😭
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