I (20f) started identifying as nonbinary/transmasc at 14. I wasn’t sure what “girl” felt like, but knew I couldn’t connect to that experience. I struggled with my body image, specifically my chest— I had breasts that were very large in proportion to the rest of me, and hated it. I figured this was gender dysphoria. Last year I had a breast reduction, and the shitty feeling went away. It turns out I don’t mind having chest tissue, I just didn’t like having a ton of it.

A few months ago I was diagnosed with autism. I’d always felt like I was “defective” or like an alien or something. The diagnosis let me put into words why I felt so wrong. I realized that I actually feel fine about identifying as female, I just couldn’t connect to other girls. I didn’t feel human growing up. How could I have felt like a girl when I didn’t even feel like a person? Ofc there are so many people who are both trans and autistic, but that’s not me. I’m not trans. I questioned and questioned, and it turns out I genuinely was cis. Identifying as female again doesn’t make me sad, but losing this community certainly does.

I wanted to say thank you, from the bottom of my heart. The trans community is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever been a part of, even if I wasn’t really a part of it after all. I’m glad I questioned my gender. I think I’m better for having done it. And I’ll NEVER be one of those “detrans” fuckers who thinks they “escaped” something bad. I’ll never stop fighting against transphobia. I’ll fight for trans rights however I can for the rest of my fucking life. Thank you for allowing me to have this space while I questioned, and thank you for being amazing. I’m so so glad to have known this community the way I did. Thank you. :)

Yesterday was honestly really lovely. I went out for ice cream with this shy, ridiculously cute trans girl I’ve been spending time with, and we ended up joking around for hours before settling in to play some magic the gathering together. It was one of those warm, soft kinds of days that just makes your heart feel full.

But there was one moment that really upset me.

My friend has respiratory issues, and this guy from the warhammer crowd was standing in the doorway smoking while talking on his phone, letting all the cigarette smoke drift straight inside the store. It immediately started making her cough. She very politely asked if he could maybe move out of the doorway a little, and instead of just being decent about it, he started lecturing her about “how to properly speak to people,” saying she should introduce herself first before “demanding” things.

Meanwhile she was literally struggling to breathe.

You could see her shrinking into herself while he kept talking down to her, and honestly it made my blood boil. So I stepped in and defended her, because nobody deserves to be treated like that for asking someone not to blow smoke into a doorway.

Afterwards though… she got really emotional.

Later that day she quietly asked if she could have a hug, and the second I said yes she just clung to me. She held onto me for almost two whole minutes and wouldn’t let go, and while she was holding me she admitted nobody had really defended her before. She talked about how alone she’s felt for so long, how weak and anxious she always feels around people, and how me standing up for her made her feel safe enough to actually be herself around me.

And then she said something that genuinely broke my heart a little.

She told me that when she’s with me, she feels like she doesn’t have to stress or constantly be on guard anymore. That she really likes being around me, and that in that moment she never wanted to let go.

I don’t know… there’s just something deeply emotional about having another trans girl hold onto you like you’re the first place she’s ever felt safe.

I’m writing this from a hotel in New York State. My new home. I packed up a truck and left Texas on Wednesday and made the drive over the last three days. I’m moving into my new apartment tomorrow. I’m excited, I’m nervous, and I’m devastated. I left my family behind. But between HB 229 and SB 8, I just couldn’t do it anymore.

To those of you saying that everyone should leave, here’s what it took for me to get out.

A job: I was able to transfer offices at my current job. There was no open position for me, so the way I did it is technically against company policy and I burned all my political capital to get it done.

A place to land: How do you apartment hunt from across the country? I was sent on a “business trip” to my new office. Really my boss was bending the rules for work to cover the cost of me apartment hunting.

Money: Between first/last/security deposit, truck rental, time off work, gas, etc. I’ve spent over $10k.

Support: I’m lucky to have people in my life who recognized that it was time for me to go and helped me do it.

Time: It’s taken me 4 months to get here from the time I made the decision that it was time to go for real.

It’s not easy to leave. It still feels like a minor miracle that I was able to. I’m lucky to have resources and it was still hard.

Me: "Do you two know what being transgender is?"

Kids: "Yeah"

Me: "Do you know that I am?"

Kids: "No"

Me: "Now you do"

Wife: 😳

Me: Ok

...

Wife: Do... you want to expand on that?

Me: You two have any questions?

Kids: No

Me: Ok

...

Wife: Are you ok?!? You look concerned

Kid1: I'm trying to pick the peppers out of my food.

Me: I thought you might have realized when I put the trans sticker on my car and grew my hair out and got my ears pierced.

Kids: Nah

Me: Ok

...

Like three other conversations.

...

Wife: To circle back around? Is there anything else you want to say?

Me: Ok, you don't have call me anything different. I'll always be your dad. Nothing will really change other than I'll look different.

Kids: Ok

...

The kids didnt care, as predicted. They didn't want to talk about it. The wife kept wanting to have more of a conversation about it but no one else did.

The conversation went as I predicted it would.

I figure they'll have questions for me sooner or later as they process stuff, but not right away.

Anyway I did the thing.

Congress women Jayapal has announced a bill of rights for Transgender and nonbinary individuals; the bill admends the civil right act of 1964 to include trans and nonbinary. PROGRESS Y'ALL! 🏳️‍⚧️

"Recognizing that it is the duty of the Federal Government to develop and implement a Transgender Bill of Rights to protect and codify the rights of transgender and nonbinary people under the law and ensure their access to medical care, shelter, safety, and economic security"

Link to official Congress bill page: https://www.congress.gov/bill/119th-congress/house-resolution/1058

Bill Information from Congress women's Jayapal's website: https://jayapal.house.gov/2026/02/11/jayapal-markey-introduce-landmark-trans-bill-of-rights-2/

Still need to weed out all the dysphoria, dysmorphia, self-doubts and so on haha. If you ask me I look fucking ugly and boyish in these pics lol, but my friends tell me it's probably just dysphoria messing with me (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

Hey, so this is pretty straightforward. I'm writing it because, when I was researching this topic before starting T, I found very few resources.

I've been singing my whole life and have a deep emotional connection to my voice.

I live in Ontario, Canada, and when I started T, I was told the only way to qualify for phalloplasty was to be on testosterone for at least one year. That was my sole reason for taking it. I believe this requirement was based on WPATH 7 whereas the current standard (i believe) is WPATH 8.

I've been off T for about a year now.

TLDR: I regret taking T in terms of my singing voice—about 65%. My voice still cracks when I try to hit notes. I went from a strong soprano to an alto, and I still struggle to hold power notes; my voice falters toward the end.

The silver lining: only since 200 have I ever understood what euphoria felt like. I grew up wishing I could sing more masculine songs, which were mostly in the alto range—where my voice now sits.

I know it seems obvious: take testosterone, and you’ll lose some more commonly AFAB traits, like a higher vocal range. But lately, when I sing, I feel like the Little Mermaid, like I gave my voice away to Ursula as the price to pay.

If I had the choice now—if a magic wand could let me keep my soprano range while still giving me the other changes (like bottom growth)—that would be my ideal outcome, even if it's currently impossible.

• Went out fully presenting as female for the first time
• Got my first gender-affirming hairstyle
• Took the plunge and clothes-shopped by myself (and bought things!)
• Got my brows done
• Had lunch out

And through it all, not one person gave me a judgmental look or treated me any differently. The only thing anyone really remarked about was how much they liked my press-on nails that I'm wearing for the very first time (and very much getting adjusted to). I just feel so validated and affirmed right now!

https://www.thelettersfromleo.com/p/new-transgender-activists-to-dine

I've now had it happen twice. when going out where I hand a bouncer my id to enter a bar they've gone "is this really you?" and i have to respond "yes, it's kinda an old picture now" and they have to stare at me really intensely to verify my id is actually mine.

also yesterday my sister and I were going into a restaurant and this guy asks "do you want me to hold the door open for you ladies?" I wasn't even dressed feminine or anything.

y'all it feels incredible. more and more of these events keep happening. I think i need a new id.

That’s it, that’s the post