The honest writings of a twenty-eight year old that has experienced puberty not once, not twice, but three times (it’s a transgender reference for those that need a bit more explanation).
Take Your Chair Bestie
A lot can change in two years.
I currently run in almost only On or Tracksmith items because of the way they have lifted me up. Imagine what can change in five or ten or, wait for it, twenty seven years.
And now, I’m angry
“That will be $213.97”
My pulse increases rapidly as I look up from the counter, trying to keep a low profile and not be perceived my the two other people waiting in line. “Wait, did you run my insurance?” I mumble.
For the good of society
3:06am. My lock screen illuminates a photo of my husband and I holding hands. We eloped in August. 3:07am. A Google search, “2024 presidential results”. 3:08am. A different type of tears start streaming down my cheeks. They start as shock, then turn to anxious, then turn to anger. By 3:11am, I’m numb. Roll over, go back to bed.