Is it possible that we’ve arrived at a point in the transgender narrative when the greater interest in a transwoman’s story is her ambitions, her achievements, her talent and the contribution that her art brings to the world?
This article isn’t about being a transgender partner. Not really. It’s about being on the bottom rung, in the hole, off the map, on a deserted island, alone and unheard for the first time in my white-gay-guy-privileged life and I’m hating it….
