Early summer progressions

Owl earrings! Though I’ve considered the physical part of my transition over for a little while now, transition isn’t something you go through for a little while and then just ends. At least not for me. I still have plenty of issues and plenty of things that bother me about myself, but, for the most part, I can look in the mirror and be pretty damn happy about how far I’ve come. [Read More]

Amelia teaches Trans 101: "In reality you have a penis"

Yesterday, I received the above messages on Facebook and I thought it would make for a great second lesson in the Trans 101 series of posts here. Typically, questions/messages/comments like this tend to go a certain way. When you’re used to having your identity and humanity questioned and your answers to those questions dismissed, it’s hard to not get defensive when something looks like it’s going in that direction. [Read More]

What I learned from running the worst race of my life

As if I haven’t spoken about this enough on Twitter and in my race recap, I had an awful marathon last Sunday. This was, by far, the worst race I’ve ever run. However, it’s in these moments of failure where we truly learn the most. There are probably thousands of clichés I could drop in here, but that doesn’t make this any less true of a statement. And here’s the thing, I walked away from this race even more in love with the marathon and running than ever before. [Read More]

Suicidal / Sluricidal

Trigger warning for talk about suicide and slurs. I woke up yesterday morning and followed my typical work-from-home routine. I went straight from bed to the kitchen to feed the cats and get the coffee going. As I walked back upstairs to login to the work VPN and get set up to start working, I thought about how much I wanted to finish the blog post I started last week about finding acceptance. [Read More]

On my birthday and the anniversary of the Boston Marathon bombing

Today is my birthday. My 31st birthday, to be exact. Last week, I decided I wanted to write something about today. I wanted to write about the Boston Marathon bombing a year ago today, on the same day I turned 30. I had a whole post written out in my head and it was really good. Unfortunately, I didn’t write this post then, when I was thinking about it, and now I don’t remember any of it. [Read More]

Amelia or Amy, but preferably Amelia

. One of the things I liked was I could go by Amy for short, if I wanted. When I came out to people I’d always say “Amelia, or Amy for short.” Some people would ask me if I preferred one or the other—actually, most of my coworkers asked me this. I appreciated it because it seemed like they cared about me enough to make sure they called me what I wanted. [Read More]

One quarter. Three months. Ninety days.

This is actually quite bonkers to me when I think about it, but I’ve been living out and openly transgender for three months. As they say, I’m full time, but I still prefer calling it “being live.” Or, even more simply, “living.” Three months isn’t really a long time, but it’s hard to believe it’s even been that long. It still feels like something that just happened last week. [Read More]