I never usually stay in touch with ex-girlfriends but, in the case of this one, I was always prepared to make an exception. We shared a house together and planned to spend the rest of our lives together. It didn’t work out, but I still hoped we could be friends because she’s awesome. Anyway, I saw her a couple of days ago.
Butterflies seem to be an important part of the symbolism of being transgender, especially for those about to transition, leaving that ugly caterpillar body behind, entering a second-puberty chrysalis and then emerging as a beautiful creature at the end of it all.
It’s time to move on. Annie and I have not been getting on too well of late, putting it mildly. But instead of getting bitter and full of rage, I’m going to reflect on a few positives from the whole relationship and its aftermath.
I began writing this post many months ago (I didn’t get past the headline) and I still don’t really have a definitive answer about whether I’m really non-binary or whether I’m kidding myself. Hopefully writing this will give me some clarity.
Well, the celebrations are over. Less than six weeks after getting engaged, I’m single again. And I’ve just had to bury my cat.
She said yes! I popped the question after dinner at a gorgeous little taverna in Santorini – and she said yes! I never dreamed I’d be uttering these two little words but I’m engaged!
By the time anyone else but me reads this, I hope to be engaged and have written an amazing post about proposing on the Greek isle of Santorini at sunset. But as of now, that’s going to have to wait. Anyway, I’ve just bought an engagement ring – and it’s almost as beautiful as the girl I’m about to propose to.