Ever since I was a child, I was drawn to the art of storytelling. I imagined worlds where children’s winter snowmen marched back to the north pole in mass migrations, where two sock puppets named Bert and Squirt had petty arguments, and where a chicken who could not cross the road experienced schoolyard bullying. I would spend hours on Microsoft Word as a child, perfecting my stories.
As I grew up, I discovered different loves: film, the outdoors, sports, but I always came back to the written word. However, as I found myself falling into different labels: lesbian, nonbinary, and finally, a trans guy, finding representation in the stories I used to love got difficult and frustrating. Even as a white, straight, transgender man, the options were, and still are, extremely limited. I know this lack of representation doesn’t stem from a lack of diverse creators, but rather from a lack of opportunities available to them. Because of this, I aspire to reach these positions, not only to provide representation for others, but to help others up the ladder after me.
Being transgender is often an isolating experience. In our own families, the workplace, and even the classroom, our presentation or identities can create a barrier with others, of no fault of our own. Sometimes we feel the need to bridge it, to conform to others, to make things “easier” and “understandable.” I’ve definitely felt this way, whether it’s not speaking up when I'm misgendered, censoring my writing themes, or not speaking at all, for fear of my voice being too high.
However, when I’m writing for myself, this all becomes obsolete. I write for the young boy in a slicked back ponytail and a Justice t-shirt he hated, watching Disney princess movies with his sister, wishing he could be the prince instead of the princess. I write him as the noble knight and the agile pirate, but also as the grim reaper, a mountain man, and a ghost with scars. Maybe it’s just the pleasant “weirdness” being gender diverse encourages, but I never limit my characters; they are what they are. We are all capable and deserving of the complexities these stories allow us to embody, even if for just a short, fleeting moment.
I pursued this passion for writing while at Western Washington University, majoring in English with a creative writing emphasis, and minoring in communication studies. After graduating this spring, I will continue to journey toward my dream of working in the publishing industry by attending the Denver Publishing Institute and earning my certificate. Unfortunately, I lost some of my educational savings recently, during a health crisis relating to my hormones, but I’ve had setbacks before, and I’m not keen on rolling over.
I’ve always wanted to storytell because it’s the closest thing to magic in this world. People underappreciate the arts. It’s a hard business. It doesn’t seem as serious to the lawyers, engineers, or doctors of the world, but art is culture, and culture is us. Storytelling is one of the oldest forms of true human connection. It holds the power of representation, of resonance, and the potential for change. Although there might be challenges, to me, there’s nothing more worthwhile to pursue. Having a voice and sharing stories is both power and privilege, and something we shouldn’t take for granted or dare to underestimate, especially now.