Slightly Better
Today I went to my volunteer gig at the big gay center bookstore. It was a super slow day. I think we had 5 customers. No one knows there’s a bookstore there. It’s on the second floor.
I was immersed in queer culture, books, music, and art for 6 hours, and interacted with 6 ppl, and I got enough energy out of it to take out the trash and recycling and do the laundry when I got home.
I got myself a book too. Trans Girl Suicide Museum by Hannah Baer.
It is not as depressing as it sounds. A lot of it is about being a privileged white trans person with access to the good life.
I relate to that. Being trans has not been very hard to me. My life is not much different than it was before I transitioned. If anything it is better. I have friends, family, heath care, a therapist. I really want for nothing except a lot of consumer goods I don’t need.
I am cash poor, but otherwise blessed.
My life is my own and I can decide what I want to do with it. My fears stop me from pursuing much, but no one is stopping me, but myself. You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.