I may be a little late for a New Year's blog post, but at least its still January! As last year came to an end, I had written a post that reflected on the year and how 2016 fell short of my expectations & plan. To be blunt, I believed it sucked. But, for some reason, I kept putting off publishing it. In the last couple of days, however, it has become clear as to why...it wasn’t finished. Not in the sense that I literally hadn’t finished the post, but more like, it wasn’t what

For those of you who know me, or have followed my posts on social media, you’re aware that I had nasal surgery a little over a week ago, and I’m happy to report that everything tu rned out really well. As far as I know, I didn’t ask any embarrassing questions while I was emerging from anesthesia, but did inquire a few times, if I still had my nose. Guess that was on my mind, LOL. The polyp was removed completely and was found to be benign...hallelujah! My severely deviated se

Later this week, I’m scheduled to have surgery on my nose to remove a polyp in my sinuses, and to finally correct my severely deviated septum. I never knew how severe it was until the polyp was found and a CT was done. The Ear, Nose & Throat (ENT) doctor said he was surprised I could even breathe out of my left nostril! So, I’m excited to experience quality breathing for the first time in my life! But as this appointment grows nearer, and I get my blood work and pre-surgery t

Frequently, I’m asked all kinds of questions about my transition, which run the gamut from, the thoughtful and sincere, to the absurdly rude and horrifically personal, but, those who know me well, can attest that I handle all the questions in stride (usually) and typically answer, or use them as teachable moments. But every once in awhile, I’m asked something that gives me pause and I have to really reflect and think before blurting out an answer. Those are the questions I li

I never imagined, that my very first blog post would be about my thoughts and feelings after a mass shooting, but in light of recent events in Orlando, that is exactly what I need to process. Why? Because, like so many other people within the LGBTQ community, I need to collect my thoughts and somehow try to make some sense of the immense sadness and anger that I have. Having been a part of the LGBTQ community for a couple of decades, both as a lesbian, and now a trans guy, I’