
All these birthdays I've celebrated on October 27th since 1990, only to realize I was
Never born until 2020. October 15th, to be precise. A weekly
Nick, plunge, and squeeze was all I needed to enter the world. Testosterone Cypionate became more than a formula. It became a means to know the real me. The
Isolated incident of a gender-affirming-double-mastectomy on October 17th, 2023
Viscerally relieved the growing pains that followed my hormone replacement, and finished setting me free. Come to think of it, nearly
Every major milestone of my transition and relationship is in October, so
Remembering them all becomes unnecessary.
Somehow, we keep adding more significant days in the month, so we simply choose one to celebrate them all. Now
A wedding is coming down the pike, and we've chosen October, yet again. Whether we feel
Ready to host it this year or not, we've made it quite small and will hold it at an intimate cabin. What I do feel prepared for is celebrating the whole of this sacred lunar cycle for
Years to come, and filling more days with markers of our love.
About the Creator
kp
I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.


Comments (2)
You make me try and hope that October means more than grief for me. It means healing and growing into yourself. How beautiful
Kp it is wonderful.