Forward momentum. That's my new motto. No regrets. And no going back.

Doubt is part of searching. Same as faith.

One day she told me that they'd decided that my gender was divvied into two neat piles-Men and Guys. Basically, all the saints of the world: Men. The jerks, the players, the wet T-shirt contest aficionados? They were Guys.

What would you do if you had to choose?

I realize then that it's not enough to know what someone is called. You have to know who they are.

And now I am here, as alone as I've ever been. I am seventeen years old. This is not how it's suppose to be. This is not how my life is suppose to turn out.

I actually feel something in my chest open, a feeling so intense, it’s like my heart’s about to burst. And I just let it. I just let it out.