Transgender Lens
I was taken from my mother at fourteen days old and the fracture of that moment has shaped every day of my life since. I grew up loved, but never whole — always wondering who I might have been if I’d stayed in her arms, always walking with a psychological limp from a wound inflicted…
For most of my life I’ve been told I’m not normal. Not normal for being transgender, not normal for the way I bond, not normal for the way I love, not normal for the way I attach myself to people with a kind of devotion that apparently needs diluting. I’ve spent years hearing that I…
I never chose to be transgender. People don’t believe that, not really, not in their bones. They imagine it’s a phase or a decision or a lifestyle, something picked up like a hobby or a haircut. But the truth is far simpler and far less glamorous. Some of my first words at five years old…
I’m suffering, badly, from the recent law change and the EHRC guidance around single‑sex spaces. Whatever the technicalities, the mood music is unmistakable: trans people are outsiders again. Freakish. A social pest at best. A threat at worst. And it’s spun me out. Properly spun me. So much so that the slow inching I’d been…
“Dinner’s ready, sweetheart,” I said as I came in with two trays, nothing special, just chicken and salad and rice, the kind of food that feels like a soft landing at eight o’clock after a long day when you’re both tired and just want something warm in your stomach. We settled in front of the…
