your segment was amazingly insightful. thank you.

The pain had a name: Gender Dysphoria. And with knowledge and will, I could fight back against it and become whole for the first time. But I still wasted decades trying to be something, in hindsight, I obviously wasn't. If I had known...been aware...I try not to dwell on it too much

So I repressed. And it that repression became a shell of a person. Dead on my feet, resigned to a quick, messy life of unhappiness. I threw myself into distractions, anything to drown out the nebulous thing pawing at the edges of its enclosure. Education helped me recognize my pain in others

I didn't know what it meant to be trans until I was 34. I knew I was different from a young age in a place where being different was extremely dangerous. I didn't know what it meant. There was simply an unrecognizable pain that threatened to consume everything if acknowledged

Hated by those who choose ignorance over understanding. But we're worthy of living lives filled with joy. Every time it's snatched away, it hurts

Our kids our not a fucking diversion, chuck

youtu.be/50xrx3cUb2Y?...

They look super cute

Would it be bragging if I said I know firsthand that this is exactly how this scenario plays out?

You gotta get to Pittsburgh love

Maybe not

You're so pretty. Congrats on 3 years