Being Male, Being Pro-Life, and Other Lies I’ve Lived

When you grow up in Albuquerque, you think, “damn, it must be greener somewhere else.” When I graduated, I decided to go to a liberal arts college in Alabama. My dad was from there, and we had visited every summer of my life. It was definitely green, and it was familiar. Mostly, though, I just wanted to get away from my parents. When I moved, my parents moved to Alabama, too. My escape failed, and that was a clue. As a secret trans woman growing up in a fundamentalist evangelical family, I survived by living two lives simultaneously, and my interior and external lives were diametrically opposed. I thought with a fresh start away from my parents, I could work towards being my authentic self. Instead, things got much worse. <a href="https://medium.com/@kellysophiagrace/being-male-being-pro-life-and-other-lies-ive-lived-b5a155daa321">Visit Now</a>