When someone says living a life as a transgender woman or trans man is a choice I get a huge chuckle.
I wish the people who think my life was a choice, needed to live a small time in my shoes and then they could truly decide my life was never a choice. I was living in my gender prison. In many ways, I could describe my confines to a bigger version of what was called my personal closet. Either way, I was stuck in a very…
