Argentinian FtM trans, English teacher, Photographer, Traveler, Animal lover, and always in search of new horizons.
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Of all the lost causes I’ve embraced in my life, the worst has been the battle against my body.
However, I don’t know any person who has only one. Mutant, mutilated, muted identities. We all shed our old skins time after time.
Sometimes he feels almost detached from the trans thing.
It’s impossible to forget that he is trans all the time, of course. There’s that awkward moment when he hits the shower and realizes he still has breasts.
Last Saturday, the 25th LGBTTTIQ Pride Parade took place in Buenos Aires, as it has every November for the last quarter of a century.
Time has gone back and forth, as time always does in my mind, and so have I.
In the last few hours before settling off in what I expect to be the journey of a lifetime (or the start of a lifetime of journeys), I can’t help thinking about kindness and its ramifications.
As much as I’d like to write about the amazing landscapes I’ve seen or the warmth of the people I’ve met, sometimes it rains and sometimes when it rains it really pours.
A few months ago an article on the Native American concept of Two Spirits to describe transgender people enthralled me.
It was a sort of mantra, to keep in check my pre-T anxiety.
Nestled between the mountains and a lake, in the rugged but heavenly Patagonian wilderness, Bariloche has always been a town of pioneers.