petal circles

Today is Sunday, November 9th, 2025. It is my spouse’s birthday. They’re staying in a yurt at the coast and it seems like they’re having a very nice time.

It is one week since I finally let the egg crack and came to accept what I… feared?… for so long. I’m trans.

I have to imagine this is the way a lot of trans people feel at this point, but the world feels like it vibrates with possibility. I’m directly reminded of the pink cloud effect from AA. I’m also at a total loss of what to do now. Re-configuring my life has never been my favorite activity, especially at scale. But I do know that I already feel less disconnected from my body, my inner self, and my future than I have in a long time. I know one of the first things, probably the most urgent thing, is to re-engage in my relationship with A in a big way. There is simply too much that has gone unaddressed for too long, and we’ve both been suffering for it. I don’t know a lot about what transition will look like, but if I can’t do this part I will have a much harder time of it.

Even now, typing into the void, it gives me a rush. Transition. A whole life of a thousand self-fulfillments. Picking a name, changing my body, growing new relationships, and regrowing old ones with my true self. Even the things that would have felt so cringe to say are thrilling to name. I’ve told A about this, of course - they were the one who managed to get me kicking and screaming to admit what I knew for so long. I also told one of my coworkers, actually one of my staff. He’s trans too, and we’ve had plenty of nice chattering sessions that I felt like I should clear the air before I said anything that would sound weird or confusing from a cis person. That was one of the first big thrills. I can’t believe how good it felt to come out to someone, someone I knew I could trust to be entirely cool about it. And he was! He asked if I had a name he could call me (too scared about it being overheard at work), and he pointed me to the local queer events calendar. And I went to one today! T4T coffee hour at the Worker’s Tap. It was, again, thrilling. I took the bus, and slowly came to realize that there were three other trans people, all of whom I could tell were going too. I managed to not get too frantic and totally flake, but the one real crowd I saw was in too tight of a seating area for the size and I felt too shy to squeeze in any harder. After a while I went inside for more coffee and ended up parked at a table reading my book until I left.

Another big thing I could name is my beard. I’ve worn a beard, continuously, since 2011. Two years back I trimmed it down to stubble, just to see what was underneath. I hated it. I was so incredibly off put by it that I grew it back out starting that day. But this week… I shaved it. I buzzed it off and then razor shaved. And I did it again this morning, ahead of the coffee hour. It feels shockingly different this time. And every time I see my reflection, it’s obvious why: I’m not trying to hide from the person in that mirror. She’s not being hidden, either. She’s happy to be here and very glad to look back at me - at us.

What a week!!!!