I’m awake, dressed in boy mode, and ready to go work. Sometimes I feel my everyday life is a sham, that I’m playacting through life, wearing a societal-approved costume. I envy those women who can make the transition and live fully as the person they truly are. They have more courage that I ever will.
So I put on my mask, and hope no one can see through the facade, and live another day pretending to be the man everyone believes me to be.