01Oct

I didn’t choose being trans, it chose me

More than half of my time as an out trans woman has been spent in seclusion, which may be why I typed “three years ago today” at first.

29Sep

Where we are headed has one main color, and it’s ghostly white

As a trans woman, lately I find myself saying often to myself, “Carly, you in danger, girl.”

31Mar

On a day for visibility, hiding feels like the safest move

I will spend Transgender Day of Visibility mostly hiding, and letting others do the talking for me and for us.

13Mar

Three years in, I wouldn’t change a thing, except maybe I’d change everything

I’ve mostly been alone inside my studio apartment for 1,094 straight days, and I’m on fumes.

04Dec

My inner Marla Hooch steps to the plate, long after a plot twist nobody saw coming

A co-worker’s story timed for the 30th anniversary of “A League of Their Own” inspired me to tell a story I’ve kept to myself till now.

01Oct

Five years later, no regrets, but I’m sad and fearful about the way the wind is blowing

How scary was it to come out five years ago? Read on and find out, but be warned it gets a bit icky.

01Oct

Three years in, some nouns and verbs about being three years ‘out’

Three years ago today, I came out as a transgender woman. The past year has been the hardest of the three.

05Jul

The Trans Journalists Association Style Guide is here!

The language of any conversation shapes that conversation. The new Trans Journalists Association Style Guide is an important language tool.

18Oct

‘Have a great day, ma’am,’ she said, ensuring that I would

A woman I had never seen before called me “ma’am” today. It made me cry, and I knew right away that I’d write about it.

10Oct

Remembering my first day at work as Carly, openly

The first two people I bumped into on my first day at work openly as a woman were men. My brief interactions with them helped to ease my anxiety about such a big day.

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I didn’t choose being trans, it chose me

Where we are headed has one main color, and it’s ghostly white

On a day for visibility, hiding feels like the safest move

Three years in, I wouldn’t change a thing, except maybe I’d change everything

My inner Marla Hooch steps to the plate, long after a plot twist nobody saw coming

Five years later, no regrets, but I’m sad and fearful about the way the wind is blowing

Three years in, some nouns and verbs about being three years ‘out’

The Trans Journalists Association Style Guide is here!

‘Have a great day, ma’am,’ she said, ensuring that I would

Remembering my first day at work as Carly, openly