A
roommate, partner, and ex-wife who I call my friend
Brothers and sisters who accept me as their sister
Colleagues who believed in me
Doctors and health care providers who look after my wellness
Enthusiastic
athletes who love track and field
Facebook “likes” and tumblr ♥’s
Gender-queer
and transgender teens who find hope
Hot Coffee in bed
IKEA
Janet Mock’s intelligence, bravery and beauty
Girl Afraid is a blog about living my life openly as a transgender woman. I hope to discover more about who I am by writing and sharing my story. The thoughts and opinions are my own, experienced from a unique point of view. All I'm offering is my version of the truth, nothing more. Thanks for reading. ♥Gia
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Southern Comfort Part 3.
If you’re looking for
authentic, I cannot imagine it can get better than Thai Lanna. The food is
simply amazing and the dishes are for real. I was happy to share
lunch with my former sister in-law and her husband. I’d have known them for nearly 20 years, but they had yet to
meet me as Gia. After exchanging
pleasant messages, we agreed to meet for lunch. Thai Lanni is just a few minutes from the conference and
they live just outside the city. The quite and intimate restaurant was the perfect oasis from
the commotion of SCC. The first
question they asked was “am I happy?” I’m sure I sad, yes! But happy doesn’t
quite explain the feelings I’ve felt since coming out, but for that moment, it
worked.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Southern Comfort Part 2.
Inside the hotel
was paradise. And I’m not
referring to the dated décor and architecture, but the beautiful people who
filled the lobby. They took my
breath away. I had asked friends
and colleagues about this conference before leaving. But everyone was quiet about it, now I knew why. I had to experience it for myself. Up until that moment, my direct experience
with trans people had been very limited. Not quite four years ago, I was lost. Fortunately I found my way to a support
group meeting in Portland. It was
there, sitting on a stained couch in a small obscure office, I realized I wasn’t
alone.
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