Personal: Growing Up Girl
When i was little I loved to climb trees and play in the dirt and ride my bike. My BLUE boy’s BMX bike. As I got a little older and my friends started having crushes on the boys in our class,…
When i was little I loved to climb trees and play in the dirt and ride my bike. My BLUE boy’s BMX bike. As I got a little older and my friends started having crushes on the boys in our class,…
I’m sorry I’ve been M.I.A. lately. I’ve had a busy week — erg, well, mentally busy anyway. I had my second appointment with Therapist 2.0 on Tuesday and now, as luck would have it, I ALSO have an appointment with…
Colors exist in a spectrum. Everyone knows this. In elementary school kids learn about “ROY G. BIV” and the fact that some colors are created from the combination of other colors, beginning with the three primaries: Red, Blue and Yellow.Simple,…
Sorry I’ve had some technical difficulties the last couple of days. Thanks for hanging in there with me!:)
Despite my fears and the many hurdles I still have yet to face, my therapist told me that I am ready (YEEEE!!! ::puke::)I was shocked and surprised and excited and scared, and I simultaneously experienced waves of thrill AND nausea.I…
My poor ADD brain is so overloaded right now; I’m not really sure where to start…(Hmm… Perhaaaps I should start with an appointment to get back on some sorta meds for that damn ADD. Heh.)At any rate, I had my…
So, I hung out a couple of nights this week at a popular lesbian(ish) bar here in town, and wow… it really made me FEEL like a lesbian —err, rather, it’s reminded me that I LOOK like a lesbian (duh,…
Growing up I knew that I was different from the other kids – even before I knew that words like homosexual, butch, queer or transgender existed. I just knew that I didn’t quite… fit.Now that I’m 34 and not building roads…
I really, really, really, REALLY need to get my ass back in the gym… and for the most part – I’m READY. Like, really, really READY. But when the time comes, and I think about what it’s like to workout in…
Sometimes I wish I’d just been born male… or female – or “straight”… non-queer… WHATEVER. As long as it was at least, like, 90% “something” and without question. Of course, then I remind myself that SURELY there’s a reason that *this*…