I’m no stranger to transphobia. Or homophobia. Or queerphobia. I mean, you can call it what you will, but at the end of the day, there are a whole bunch of people out there who harbour prejudice towards other people, simply on the basis of those folks’ identities. As an activist – as a human Read more about The enemy within[…]
I’ve been an activist for a little over a year now. It’s not a long time, though my perception is maybe a little distorted, since it’s basically the only life I’ve known since my transition. But, I’m still very much the new kid on the block. And I recognise that. I showed up, ostensibly out Read more about Anecdotes of an activist[…]
Historically, I have never really been a creature that thrives on chaos. I suppose I would have always described myself as measured, practical… maybe even meticulous. Planning in advance, anticipating likely difficulties or challenges, and preparing appropriately. I’ve never been obsessive about it, it’s just part of my natural approach to life. And, I found some comfort Read more about Odysseys, blind spots, and Seattling in[…]
Another eventful – and stressful – week behind me. And, as usual, so much to say about it all. If you’ve been following my blog, you’ll know that right now, I am in the United States, and have been for a few weeks already. This week that has just passed marks the end of the Read more about Swimming upstream[…]
You know, ever since medicine kicked me out, I’ve really struggled to answer the question, “So what do you do?” And it’s a question that I get a lot – especially when I’m on something like this Fellowship, meeting a bunch of new people in various fields, who are all very interested in us, both Read more about Telling stories[…]
I waited a long time for an accurate identity document. 50 weeks, to be exact. I spoke about that entire ordeal in detail a few weeks back (and there’s also a rather poignant chapter on the intimidating process of applying for gender marker amendment at the Department of Home Affairs in my book, Always Anastacia). Read more about Degree by degree[…]
I spoke a little bit recently about how seeing my trans siblings taking ownership of their insecurities really empowered me to take hold of my own. Of course, that isn’t to say that I’m completely over my hang-ups. If you’re trans… well, I wonder if that’s even possible. I hope that it is, of course, but Read more about Not how I woke up, but it’s how I look now[…]
And another week has passed, for the stranger in a strange land. Life has been busy, chaotic, and taxing. But I survive, as I always do, one day at a time. There has been a lot of stress and anxiety – and that’s the sort of thing that scares me, because my dysphoria has been Read more about Hanging up some of my hang-ups[…]
So, I’m in Columbus, Ohio. On something called the Mandela Washington Fellowship. There’s a good chance you knew this already, if you keep up with all my antics. I started this trip off on a good note – with an amazingly awesome Pride parade that made me feel quite at home. Well, as much as it Read more about Queer and self-loathing in Columbus[…]
I have about a billion things to blog about – which is the sort of problem every blogger (bloggist? blogstress?) dreams of – because life has been quite chaotic of late. But… let me not get ahead of myself. One topic at a time. And you’ll just have to patiently wait for the rest. I’ll Read more about Pride and prejudice[…]