Where Am I Now?

For a while there I was writing every single day.

Until I stopped.

Let’s see what happens now.

I am, in many ways, entirely different from where I was when I started blogging.

I’ve come out of the closet. I’ve had kids. I’ve moved overseas and returned. I retired from dance. But still danced. I moved to California. But still parent.

Although, technically, I’m still the same person.

Ish.

I still breathe and cry and live and get depressed and anxious and enjoy hot bread in nearly any form.

This post is fucking hard.

Life is fucking hard.

I’m a nonbinary person living in the United States.

I have an X on my passport for my gender marker.

I’m going overseas in April and am genuinely concerned that my passport will be confiscated upon my return.

Part of what makes this post fucking hard is there are a million things I want to write about. Lots of big things. And yet I’m also scared of the consequences of posting those things.

One of my principles is to embrace radical transparency and not writing has been an act of censorship.

So I’m back.

Here.

To write and speak and post and fucking tell my truth.

One day at a time.