On Feeling Foreign

As the words stumble out of my mouth I follow their eyes Up and down Across and around As the sounds leave my throat I watch their eyebrows furrow I watch their head tilt And I wonder If they understood me at all If they were listening at all If the pitch made them...

Writings

For so long now I’ve been hesitant about writing. I mean, sure I’ve been posting here. Once every few months. It’s not enough for me. I crave writing, I long for the words to spill out, for the thoughts to become permanent, for the feelings to become everlasting. I’ve...

What Trans Pride Really Means To Me

Last weekend Brighton was host to the second annual Trans Pride Brighton festival. As one of the key organisers, I took advantage of being visible in the community to talk about an issue that's really important to me and very close to my heart. I took the stage, hands...

Written on 06/06/13

It was UK Black Pride on 29th June, last weekend. This year, it ran parallel with London Pride. I think that was the only reason I went to Black Pride this year. Not that I actually went to any London Pride things, I just didn't want to feel alone. My day started...

Beard

I shaved my beard this morning. No stubble, no ‘tache. All off.  I have always had hair on my face for the last two years. Even though I was ‘he’ for longer, it holds quite a weight within my gender identity. It is part of the reason my parents take me seriously as...

Phew. Glad I got that off my chest…

I woke up at 6am, my body was sleepy but the rest of me was fully alert, aware of what was ahead of me. I showered with an anti-bacterial scratchy sponge provided by Nuffield Hospital. I picked up my binder, hesitated, and left it on the bed. I guess there wasn’t much...