Today is my 30th birthday. I thought at one point I was going to stay on trend and draw another symbol of my depression, but changed my mind and thought that perhaps I might like to give myself something positive instead.
Here’s to life being an adventure I guess…. anyway here’s some gay pirates. A couple of salty dogs (and yes Grantaire is getting a premature grey streak.) Few more pirates here.
The inner conflict of being transgender is overwhelming. There is so much out of my control; everything from the complexities of being viewed in society as something that you are not, to something as simple as just being called the wrong name.
For me my name was something small that I could take control of, something I could take refuge in when everything else was so daunting. And that is exactly why I have it tattooed on my body. Every time I look at my arm, I see a reminder of my strength, a reminder of something that finally aligns with what is inside of me.