No one prepares you for what it feels like when your husband looks you in the eye and confirms what you’ve been worried about for over six months, what you’ve lost sleep about for over six months, what you’ve felt shameful and guilty about for over six months – that he doesn’t - no, sorry – that he can’t   convince himself to  love you anymore, at least not how he used to. What’s worse – no one prepares you for what it feels like when the source of the falling out of love  is

(Links to part 1 , part 2 ) On Sutures, Sisterhood, and the Girl in the Mirror Waking up the morning of surgery, I felt jitters. They weren’t the normal, pre-surgical, Oh fuck – I’m going under the knife, jitters that you might expect, either. These jitters felt like anticipation – what you might feel on Christmas Eve, as a five-year-old, hoping Santa got you the Barbie Dreamhouse you’d been asking for, for years (which I never got by the way – thanks mom and dad). It felt li

( Link to part 1 ) Diva Goddess is a Female Version of a Hustler Immediately upon seeing his Bumble profile (PUKE), I was intrigued. For starters, his primary profile picture was a photo of him, doubled over, back to the camera, ass in the air, face between his legs. He had this goofy, wide-eyed gaze, and his mouth was fully agape, tongue stuck out at the camera. I have no idea why, but made me chuckle, and I continued perusing the profile. His bio was simple and read: Looki

It’s been six months. Six months since first piercing my skin with the liquid gold that is Estradiol Valerate. Six months of growth: physical, emotional, mental, and otherwise. Six months of waves of dysphoria, followed by waves of euphoria, followed by new waves of dysphoria. And in this time, I’ve by no means unlocked the keys to self-actualization, but I can confidently say I have made some strides towards both getting to know myself and healing the wounds of not knowing m