Not many people get a second shot at virginity. It’s a particular blessing of the post-op transgender experience that I didn’t expect would weigh so heavily upon me. I feel like a teenager again, full of curiosity and a longing to participate in this super awesome thing everyone else says

The FabLab was alive with energy, dozens of engineers working with impenetrable focus on all sorts of machines I’d never seen before, shop bots, laser cutters, 3D printers; computer screens flashed with renderings of Raul’s arms while a big ass fan whirled above.

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

The gym is a complicated place for most transgender people. Thankfully, the one I belong to has been awesome throughout my transition. I started working out there a few months before going on hormones, wanting to get a jump on the muscle atrophy and weight gain estrogen so lovingly provides.

In my last BrokeAssStuart blog I wrote about the lack of mediatized representations of transgender people as complex, loving, sexual, and emotional beings. I also wrote that all the guys I had met online were interested in sex but not interested in taking me on an actual date. In what follows, I’m

Last year was a hectic one, recovering from gender confirmation surgery (while writing a show about it), running a theatre company, getting on the scene as a trans actress… So much of my energy was spent working on and talking about becoming a woman in the world that I spent