ByJames Warwood

James is a grad student in the Midwest. When he isn't busy reading fanfiction or pondering life's great mysteries, he's probably taking pictures of his cat.

  1. “But when I met you, you were such a girly girl.”

    My stepmom leaned across the dining room table and told me this urgently, as if she was offering up incontrovertible evidence that I couldn’t possibly be transgender. 

    It was a fair enough assertion. From the moment I was born – the first girl in a close-knit family of male cousins – I effortlessly fell into the preformed mold