Selfie Saturday. Let’s focus a little less about passing today and more on bad ass clothes 👏🏻✌🏼️

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9 fave selfies from 2016 + me this morning and godDAMN have I changed a bit. This year has been nothing but wild, my dudes.

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Coming Out as Trans

I have over the past month came out to my family as transgender. Both of my siblings are fully supportive, my brother perhaps being the biggest supporter of all. My aunt is still up and down about it but accepts me. I told my very close grandmother last night, and to my surprise she is fully accepting of my identity as well as my wishes to transition- which I could not be happier about because that woman is my world! My distant father still does not know, I will have to have that talk at some point.
Once I come back to work after my partial hysterectomy at the start of the year I will have to have the terrifying conversation with my boss and my workplace. IF my work accepts it then I will start vitamin T! 😁(but that all depends on my job). I am so lucky to have a lot of people in my corner thus far- I hope this pattern continues and I can start my journey of physically transitioning at the beginning of next year.

Save the (general) Date!

A few days ago I finally got an email back from my surgeon saying that everything was good and that I could schedule surgery!
The bad news is that he’s booked through January and isn’t scheduling farther out at the moment.
The good news is that I was put on a waiting list and given a general Date that I can expect to have my surgery, and that’s April!
So excited, that’s around the time I was thinking I wanted it done, and I’m so glad that literally all I have to do is wait to actually get a specific date now.

the left is 2013, at my high school graduation. a month before I cut my hair, a month before I moved out to start my transition, a month before my stepdad told me I was making my mom cry herself to sleep because of my decisions, a month before my last suicide attempt. the right is 2016, a bit over two years on hormones and happier than ever. If you asked 2013 me where I saw myself in the future, I would have told you dead. today is a different story. today I’m living.

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Transgender Women Are Facing a Devastating Medical Crisis—and No One's Talking About It
As the nation's supply dries up, trans people who rely on injectable estrogen are panicking.

Bamby Salcedo describes the past month of her life in one word: “devastation.” It was late August when the activist and community organizer first learned about the ongoing injectable estrogen shortage in the United States, which has been gradually impacting the lives of transgender women and transfeminine people like herself for over a year now. As the nation’s supply dries up, trans people who rely on injectable estrogen are panicking.

“Members of the community are not finding out” about the shortage, Salcedo told me. “I don’t think many service providers even know about it. I still have not received notice from a doctor.” In fact, if it weren’t for an acquaintance who works at the clinic she goes to, Salcedo, who founded the Los Angeles-based TransLatin@ Coalition in 2009 to advocate for the needs of trans Latinx immigrants in the U.S., might still be in the dark about the status of her medication, which she described as “life-saving.”

Synthetic estrogen plays a crucial role for trans women and transfeminine people who choose to undergo hormone replacement therapy as a means of medically transitioning. Yet the growing disappearance of its injectable form from the pharmaceutical market has gone largely unnoticed beyond the circles of those affected. Salcedo said that she has “not seen any” media coverage of the shortage, despite the subject’s constant presence on her various social media feeds. That’s not surprising. In the eight weeks since Out magazine’s website broke the news of the “Injectable Estrogen Shortage That’s Leaving Trans Women in Crisis,” very few outlets have picked up the story. This silence, Salcedo told me, must be broken.

“They would not deny a person who is diabetic their medication, right?” she asked. “Access to hormones saves lives. Not having this medication puts us in danger.”

This is critically important. Hormone access can literally be a matter of life and death; we have to keep talking about this. 


21 years of progression. I have very specific memories of when I was younger. I remember crying in bed for god to make me a girl. I begged and pleaded every night that I would wake up the next morning with the right parts in the right body and every day I woke up in disappointment. I remember going through my mom’s wardrobe on more than one occasion and showing her what I put on. I remember picking the girl characters in any video game I ever played.

For years I would have people refer to me as a girl with a variety of different names. I would ask them to do my make up or let me borrow their clothes. All I thought about, all I wanted to do was girly things.

Going through puberty and not having my body develop the way I wanted to was a hard blow to handle. Things were different when I was younger and still had a high voice and softer features.

Figuring out the way boys act with each other was a wake up call as well. I wasn’t like them I didn’t want to do the things they wanted to do. I flocked to the the feminine my whole life. If I tried to put it out of mind, it wouldn’t last long. This wasn’t a phase this was who I was.

I hid who I was for too long. I cared what others thought about me and I let that dictate my actions. I couldn’t continue this or things would only get worse. Finally transitioning was the most incredible thing that could have happened to me. Finally I was on the right track I was doing what made me happy. I was living my life authentically as a woman. I was being myself.

This is something I know I’ve not only wanted but needed. I don’t know where I’d be if I’d even be anywhere if it wasn’t for transitioning. I’m in a body I can be comfortable with and I can flaunt my femininity without shame. I have always been a girl and nobody will tell me otherwise.

Trans and proud.

Check out Assigned Male a phenomenal trans/ non binary friendly comic by Sophia Labelle 


I remember being told at a young age to put my shirt on at sleepovers, that I wasn’t one of the boys.
I remember trying to pee standing up at age 8 and making an absolute mess.
I remember the envy I felt and couldn’t explain over my guy friends’ Adam’s apples
And voices
And muscle tone.
While my body softened, though never became quite womanly, during puberty.
I remember my grandmother telling me to stop slouching
And never knowing why I wanted to hide my chest.
I remember starving myself to prevent any curves from staking claim on my body.
Looking back I remember these things, but it would be years until I came out.

I came out as queer (at the time, a lesbian) at 18 when I was out from under my parents roof.
I thought I had finally found my niche, my thing, my explanation to a lifelong unnamed unease.
I chopped my hair off, I loved women openly, and they loved me.
I was “happy” in my newfound confidence as a masculine of center person.
But I wasn’t.

Sometime around 20 I discovered that people could transition.
That gender wasn’t black and white
Or just what was assigned.
I came out as trans for the first time crying on my bathroom floor,
my girlfriend at the time tried to console me.
I never came out to my twin, she just knew
And though it took time, eventually she came around.
The first time I told my mother we were in Vegas
And I’d say it ruined the trip.
The first time I told a stranger my new name was at Starbucks
I was thrilled to hear someone call me Christopher
Even if they didn’t know any better.

It would take me the next two years to come out slowly
First to the my close friends
Then to strangers
And eventually a post on social media to address everyone else.
I had been going by Chris in private for about two years before the day I actually “came out” (again).
Some of us take time, and that’s alright.

Happy National Coming Out Day.


THIS IS IMPORTANT TO UNDERSTANDING THIS COMIC: this is part of a serious autobio series I started months back to document my gender transition. These took place months ago. I’d only been on hormones for 5 months.

I still had a ways to go with my self-acceptance, every little victory towards my new life meant the world to me. Also, an artist on the internet desperately wanting external validation? ASTOUNDING

If you enjoy my work, you can directly support me and my transition via Patreon. Thank you!


We have no idea what Trump/Pence will do to roll back protections for transgender people. So lawyers are helping while they can. 

If you need help with a name change, gender marker change, or other transition-related legal services before Trump officially takes office and potentially destroys access to those things, lawyers are volunteering their services pro bono. Search the hashtag #TransLawHelp on Twitter to find them. 

For those who don’t need or cannot offer legal help, there’s a fundraiser running to help trans people with the costs of updating identification. Donate if you can.

Looks like people offering legal services are flooded with responses already, but help will come. We’re in this together. We will make it. 

I know it’s a little late but in honor of Coming Out Day here’s a comparison. The left was when I came out to everyone four and a half years ago at a school assembly. The right is from today. I wouldn’t be where I am on the right if it wasn’t for the person on the left not letting people dictate her decisions anymore. Coming out changed my life for the better. Happy National Coming Out Day.
Georgia judge tells trans man seeking name change to "pick a name I can live with"
Lambda Legal has filed a brief to urge the Georgia Appeals Court to grant a name change for a second transgender man from Augusta.
By Ben Billmyer & Lauren Hoar

For the second time, a court judge in Georgia has denied a transgender man’s petition for a legal name change because he didn’t approve of the name itself. 

Andrew Baumert is seeking to be legally called Andrew, the name his friends and family know him by. But Superior Court Judge David Roper denied his request, claiming that for Andrew to go by a traditionally male name would “confuse or mislead the general public.” 

The judge said he would have “approved a name he could live with … like Morgan, Shannon, Shaun and Jaimie.” And it gets worse:

“My policy is to allow someone who claims to be transgendering—and I’ve had them in various stages—my policy is to permit someone to change, in your case, from an obviously—what appears to me to be a female name to something that is gender–neutral,” Roper said, according to a hearing transcript that was posted on

“He addressed Baumert as ‘ma'am’ and suggested that Baumert might want to "rethink the name situation and come back to me with a name that I can live with,” that report stated.

In the other case, a transgender man named Rowan Feldhaus, who is a friend of Andrew’s, was denied a name change by the same judge for the same reason back in June. Lambda Legal is handling appeals of the judge’s decision for both the men. Send these two some good vibes, if you believe in that sort of thing, because to go through this is humiliating and demeaning. Oof.