When I was 21, I set myself on fire...

And who knows how long this will last? Weeks? Months? I can't wrap my head around it.

But seeking trans healthcare is all about telling cis gender strangers about your fragility and having them tell you it's none of their business and they're not interested in helping you.

This time last year I was pregnant.

Time isn't real, anyway.

There was a period about three years ago where I cried pretty often. I wasn't sad. In fact, I was my most happy. It was almost daily over podcasts, good stories, a full moon; my heart was open. I felt it all. Then I fell in love with Sam and hardly ever cried.