A therapist’s own journey…

Trans…’gender’…”me”?

Be unapologetic to who you are. Always…

Folks who are familiar with me will recognize such a position. To say this is as ‘out of character’ would be wrong, and yet, here I sit, late in the SouthWest Spring evening, in the profound and warming hands of psilocybin, sharing with all: I have been remiss in who I am in this existence. I have failed you all. I am, have always been, will always be, [prosthetic] penis in hand, male.

…I am a ‘beligana’. I am born of white culture. I am of choice different. I am, second generation, work to transgress what was taught to such ‘beliganas’. As a ‘disruptive’, ‘oppositional’, ‘disorganized’ child, I am implicitly that soul that bares its vulnerability: I am! I am nothing more or less than who ‘I’ am. Nor could I ask for more!

I embody my penis as I have never embodied my birth. I embody my birthright, whether honored before[!], and unquestionably given unto me! I am simply and unapologetically ‘me’.