Real talk. Music has been a significant part of my life since I was a child, and before I recognized that I’m trans, I used to sing every day, from car rides to just little “what I’m doing right now” ad lib jingles. I love being me, but I miss singing so badly it hurts my soul

It’s a difficult thing, recognizing that no amount of training will let me sing with my heart again without it being in spite of the crushing weight of voice dysphoria. I would give anything to reverse the effects of testosterone on my voice, and I’ll never stop feeling this way

These are the thoughts that drive me to passion about trans children’s healthcare. Access to puberty blockers must not be stifled. The science and the statistics support it, no matter how badly transphobes twist the narrative. No one should be forced into pain to satisfy bigotry