1975 North Sea
It is hard to describe what it feels like to be homeless in your own body… even harder to describe what it is like to know from earliest childhood that you are trapped and you have no idea how to escape.

When I was a bit over twenty I finally grabbed a book that opened my eyes, then followed my heart and jumped into the unknown in the hope things would change for the better. Gradually they did. Being transgender defines me. But it is by far not the only thing that defines me. It is but one tiny part of a life time facing adversity and refusing to be beaten down by it all. I do not need to fit into anything, need not be labeled, need not be defined. I am simply me and that’s just fine.

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