Transgender Life

I don’t want this site to be solely about being transgender. From my experiences so far, it’s not even something I could write about every week – being in the closet is far more intense and frustrating and writeable. However, there are moments when things happen, unique to trans people. I’d like to share those moments with you, and let you into the mystery.

18 months after graduating, 10 months since surgery

Gina-cold-times-four Me, times four, freezing my arse off

Life is winter right now. This time last year I got a part-time job as an academic manager at my university. I am grateful for it: by itself, it doesn’t pay enough to cover my bills, but in surveying the scene, there are people doing better than me and people doing worse. I’m especially thinking of the people doing worse. It could have been me. I’m not stuck in some warehouse somewhere (as I was up ‘til April 2021). The worst thing is having your energy drawn from you while doing something you hate. Until the last few months when lecturing (I love lecturing) and post-doc/job applications (not so much) became the order of the day, I was writing and publishing stuff, and a new cycle is about to begin. I don’t need much, but what I do need, I can’t imagine life being worth living without it. I have a nice apartment that I’m sharing with others, I have enough money to buy whatever food I desire. I’m not sure I have enough money for heat. I have friends and I live in a beautiful city where I walk everywhere. When I walked to university this morning, it gently began snowing.

I was at the university library today trying to sort out a problem, the person dealing with me was nice. Being a transgender woman in the real world is not like social media, or the mainstream media. Everyone’s just trying to live their lives, and either they don’t care or they might even admire the fact that in spite of everything, as a transgender woman, you’re also just trying to live yours.

My diary entries these past couple of years have had a focus, until now. Whether it’s lethargy or serenity, or whether it’s the seasons, the leaves have fallen, and with a touch of frost, a trans woman walks among the skeletons of trees as the snowflakes fall.

JK Rowling and the Echo Chamber of Secrets
 

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