I make it a goal in life to never be too prideful.

It all started when I was 17. My parents were fine with me being gay. The big problem for them was learning that their 17-year-old son was actually their daughter. They were not okay with me being trans and so, they kicked me out.

I am very proud of the fact that I never slept on the street. Sex work became a staple of my life. I started out as an escort, and then turned ti prostitution. What’s the difference? Hooker stand on street corners and don’t use the internet to meet people. Escorts work out of hotels and use the internet to fine people. At the end of the day, it’s still sex for money.

Then, I got locked up for sex work. That was the moment I saw the light. I could;t keep living this way. As soon as they released me, O promised myself that I would live right and never go back to jail.

I went back to the straight and narrow, vowing to never let myself end up back in jail.

In a car, I want to be livin’ the dream. A car. My own apartment. Astable job. I also want to start my transition so I can continue to emerge out of my cocoon into the beautiful butterfly that I always knew I was.

To those in my situation, I want it to be known:

It gets better. The struggle is real but help is real, too. You can’t be prideful.

Related projects