Dec 17
transfession
It’s like a seed.
One that has been growing for years in my stomach,
and now finally I’m opening my mouth and tree branches are coming out.
Branches from which things hang.
Insecurity,
fear of rejection,
the word freak.
But
also hope,
and identity,
and finally just finality.
knowing.
I’m transgender.
beyond doubt,
beyond fear.
I am who I am
and I’m going to start living that way
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Dec 06
I see my path, but I don’t know where it leads. Not knowing where I’m going is what inspires me to travel it.
— Rosalia de Castro
