my birthday is monday. a week ago monday was one year since i had top surgery -- bilateral mastectomy with areola reconstruction or tits to titlessness.
I feel good as far as my surgery goes. good is not even as good as it is really. It has been about 6 years since I began to understand the direction of a constant transition (life) as a transgender kid from the rural nortern california "gold country"
Golden opportunity to fuck shit up really.!!! As most conflicts are.

My mom started telling people that I was a black man now--about a year after high school ended and i moved to santa cruz. I dont know that at first she even understood that it was about me being a dude not about me not being caucasion (im sure this makes little sense to most of you but i assure you i mean no offense)

anyway...dad wanted to sexualize/socialize me like a boy like he spent so much time energy and MONEY (or was that love) working with me to be a female. lol.
MISCONCEPTIONL: not identifying as female does not mean by default I am a mysogenist. or however that is spelt.

well you get the picture...theres still so much to sort through.