I have two children. Adult children, now. But once they were small. I love them as my own flesh, and indeed, in ways that are obvious to look at them, they are. They came out of my body. I have no regrets about this, it’s true. But it is also true that the experience of […]

Let’s start here: I have two children. They came from my body, a long time ago. To be precise, 20 years and 18 years ago. They know me as Mom. I am a trans man, in an excruciatingly slow and measured transition. To all but three people in the world, I am not Will, but […]

My breasts came in late. I was well into junior high before anything started to take shape, not that I was in any way impatient for them. I had no explanation for what I had on the bottom, but a flat chest made sense to me. I liked it. When I changed clothes or got […]

It’s a quandary, to be sure. Where does a guy put a penis that came in a clear plastic bag when he’s not using it? I bought a trans ftm packer at a tasteful adult store in Palo Alto a few months ago. The cheerful co-ed who was helping me apologized that they were out of stock […]

The first time I used the men’s room was at at a Target store in California. I stood outside the side-by-side restroom doors looking at the signs, large red circles with white one-dimensional figures. One, obviously a man: squared shoulders, wide stance. The other, a pyramid skirt, legs together, no visible space in-between. As though […]