Her mom Ofelia is her biggest fan, and the love between them will melt your heart.
Pat is a transgender teen from Azusa, California. She has been an outspoken advocate for California's School Success and Opportunity Act (AB 1266), which makes sure schools give transgender students a fair chance to fully participate in all programs and facilities.
The person you thought was your male friend is, in fact, a woman, and I'm now in a heterosexual relationship. Over the past month, my partner and I have been coming out to our friends and family about her gender identity.
We set out to tell a new kind of story with Mala Mala -- focusing on the humanity of Puerto Rico's trans and drag communities, breaking them free from any pre-prescribed binaries.
I'm not sure where this is all heading. I guess, if anything, I was looking for a miracle. This blog was my attempt at putting a note in a bottle and throwing it in the ocean; hoping that something miraculous would happen.
In their book Allies and Angels: A Memoir of Our Family's Transition, Terri and Vince Cook lay bare their experience and journey of parenting a transgender child. They show us that resolve and steadfast love are what truly define the parental instinct.
It's a sleepy Saturday afternoon in Downey, California, a dull suburb of Los Angeles, where I grew up. I'm 10. The sun rains a shower of light through...
I am still a fan of those in our community who are so punk rock that they have adopted certain loaded words to self-identify. Rock on, darlings! Just remember that there are indeed still prejudices and still impressionable minds who hear and see everything going on.
I have to disagree with Mitch Kellaway's decision to stop blogging on Gay Voices. I'm sure he feels that it's the right decision for him personally, and I respect his choice and his reasoning. But rather than remove myself from the conversation by withdrawing as a blogger, I believe the opposite is called for.
Getting a meaningful job seems unattainable right now. I can't change things that are beyond my control. I can't change the fact that I'm 52, and that I'm transsexual with a voice like a guy.
After I saw you post a parody video (later retracted) in which a trans woman is murdered as a consequence for voicing her objections to offensive language used on RuPaul's Drag Race, I can no longer publish my writing on your page. This letter is my last blog post on Gay Voices.
Hopefully today's name change, so meaningful to me personally, can also raise awareness of the fact that we trans* people exist everywhere in America today, and that we must jump through hurdles every day just for being who we are.
My boyfriend's gift to me today was a few hours where I thought about nothing but the smell of the plants as they released the stored up warmth of the day in Griffith Park.
I caught up with Parker to speak about a number of remarks made against her and to correct some inaccuracies that have been published.
While deployed to the Middle East as a white, male officer, I lived and worked as a member of the privileged majority. However, after acknowledging my female identity, I suddenly found myself in one of the most exclusive and marginalized clubs in the U.S.
Toothpaste. Shampoo. Cat litter. Storage containers. Paper towels. Laundry detergent. The most basic of items, but in reality, five of these were decoys. But it wasn't what I was buying that made this shopping trip seem so surreal. It was the why.