305 pages of my memoir. My companion for the rest of the night.

305 pages of my memoir. My companion for the rest of the night.

2012: The Year I Found My Voice + the People, Events & Stories that Moved Me

Haven’t updated my blog in a long while, but I felt it necessary to summarize the year that I found my voice, the year that brought about significant change, the year where I fulfilled a personal dream of truly writing stories that matter to me for a living. 

What has 2011 taught me? That sharing my truth set me free. I’m no longer bound or defined by the things that have happened to me. Because I tell my story, because I share what matters to me most, I have, which is still surreal to me, inspired other people, empowering them to become their dreams.

In my latest blog post, I reflect on 2011, a year that saw me step forward publicly as a trans woman, changing my life forever and establishing my commitment to live visibly in the hopes of altering society’s views on what it means to be transgender.

My First xojane Column: How I Told My Boyfriend I Was Born a Boy
Though many guys I’ve dated do not and may never know the gender history of the girl they randomly made out with on the street, I have relayed my story to a select few, including the man of my dreams.
You have to let people see what you wrote. It will never be perfect, but perfect is overrated.
This is what my memoir Fish Food currently looks like - in addition to seven chapters fully drafted and a sea of journals, notes and free writing from the past three years. 

This is what my memoir Fish Food currently looks like - in addition to seven chapters fully drafted and a sea of journals, notes and free writing from the past three years. 

My boyfriend Aaron published my first blog Musings on Love. It’s now my first book, a story about a girl who becomes fully herself after learning to love.
What a Christmas surprise!

My boyfriend Aaron published my first blog Musings on Love. It’s now my first book, a story about a girl who becomes fully herself after learning to love.

What a Christmas surprise!

The real writer is who they were between 9 and 15.
How does a memoirist communicate their truth? You detach from your story, draw from your well, and write without the fear of what others will think.