I am James...
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Última publicación jue, dic 6, 2018
This is about various personal experiences I've had, due to being a trans guy. I'm writing this in the hopes it'll provide other trans people content they can relate to. When I was coming to terms with being trans, there wasn't much out there to read. I felt so isolated and abnormal.
I've been through a very difficult year or so, and finally, things are falling into place and I'm moving on to amazing things.
This is my journey from a suicide attempt, to being out and proud to everyone, and loving my life and those in it.
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