It was a fairly chilly Saturday in London and considering the fairly boring chit chat I was fairly content. I was at the ‘trans men’ Stonewall meeting, part of a series of meetings they are holding over the month for specific trans communities, including for...
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...
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...