New Face, Who Dis?

Well, it’s been 15 days since I had my forehead and scalp peeled away, my skull contoured and fat injected into my cheeks. Where did that time go??! All the swelling and bruising has gone, leaving me to get used to my new face. Considering what I’ve had done, you would think I still look like punched dough. But no. How come?Read More »

That’s Not My Name

Transitioning is a fresh start. A chance to start down the correct path towards the destination of being your true self. As refreshing and relieving as that can be after years of hiding and/or denial, it’s not the thing that makes it all worthwhile. That honour belongs to others. It’s little things like those around you using the correct pronoun or name which really offers you something that’s always been a stranger: acceptance. You’re finally being accepted as the real you. Sadly, as much as other people can offer that, they can also take it away by refusing to use the correct pronoun or name – essentially denying you your identity.Read More »

Brian, Our Little Punk

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That Saturday night was one of the most difficult nights of my life and this is one of the most difficult blogs I’ve written. That night, when I checked in on Brian, I found that he wasn’t his usual grumpy self. Normally he hisses and spikes up – his way of telling you to leave him alone. He’s a lot like me: socially awkward. When I looked in, Brian was lying on his side by the entrance to his igloo, just looking at me. Straight away, I knew something was seriously wrong.

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