Am I Passing?

The moment I stopped trying to pass, guess what, the clocks stopped, well they didn’t matter anymore. I was now just doing what was comfortable for me, the cosmetics I wanted, my own hair, my own breasts, my own style. In trying to pass I was trading the discomfort of pretending to be male with the discomfort of trying to be the woman I felt everyone else expected.


This post is full of really good words of wisdom, from Beth.....a must read for anyone asking the question, Am I Passing?