May 20, 2020
My Years of Summertime Sadness
She’s loved and lost and lost and lost and yet still loves, and I root for this assertion to take root. Every sweetheart deserves their summers.
She’s loved and lost and lost and lost and yet still loves, and I root for this assertion to take root. Every sweetheart deserves their summers.
I could live inauthentically if it meant I could live with him. But my body kept betraying me with panic, and of course he noticed.
It was the first time I’d ever pointed at myself and claimed “boy,” even jokingly.
Since voicing my intention to transition, I’ve been revisiting my favorite love-as-a-woman songs and reorienting myself within them.
The more I wrote about women, the more distanced I felt from the figure I saw in the mirror.
The Eastern Zodiac is one area of mysticism my family can all agree on.
