My first year on testosterone
One year ago today I injected my right leg with my first dose of testosterone. Swab leg, swab vial, pull
Dear Mom, I am no longer your "daughter"
Dear Mom, before I sat down to write this, 42 years went by. Together, we braved a world confused by
When gender and sex identity is up for discussion at Walgreens
I took a trip to my friendly neighborhood Walgreens tonight for a few necessities: antibacterial soap for my new tattoo, deodorant and a multipack of tampons. I took my goods to the cashier and enter my phone number in the hopes of saving some pennies on my purchase. Naturally, my name pops up on th
Goodbye, Mom
On October 27, 2012, I had to eulogize my mother. It was one of the worst things I've had to do in my entire life. By no means is it, or could it ever have been, good enough. But I did deliver it that sunny Saturday afternoon, sandwiched between a baptism and a wedding. I decided to share it publicl
A bit of gender action on Muni. Because why not?
I recently headed to SF's SOMA on Muni's T line to conduct an interview for an
The life-saving effects of childhood sports
This is not a story about the Olympics.
Throwdown in suburban San Francisco
What happens when there are just enough chairs but not enough patience in a Starbucks on West Portal.
Destined
Last weekend I was in a terrible suburb of San Diego to hang out with one of my aunts. I
Discount carded
I was in the grocery store the other day for the first time since I returned from Australia. Vons in
Mother
Many years ago, people told my mother not to have me. But she insisted (her choice) and welcomed me into