Now I had no language to describe how I felt. I didn’t identify as a girl because I was constantly reminded that I was a boy, but it didn’t feel right. By the time I was 9 years old, I’d begun wearing some of my mother’s clothing whenever I could get away with it.
I love to hear the personal stories from others who are trans. In this one, Cara describes her childhood. The story is unique, yet will also be very familiar to many of you. Some of My Personal Trans History, is from Cara's blog, Liz - Day By Day..
A visit to the Museum of Food and Drink (Mofad.org) - The Museum of Food and Drink. It's a nice place to visit on a weekend, but I'm not sure if it is worth the $14 entry fee. It is located in Greenpoint, B...
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