. Today I would like to take the time to praise and celebrate a very important person in my life: Joelle Circe!!I’ve known her since I’m 16 years old, so… Read more Lovely words from an equally lovely friend. →
Over the years and with all manner of ups and downs, I have come to think of how I am in terms of being an artist, a woman of trans… Read more Happiness after all. →
I find that my life is filled with exciting and new activities and events, ever since I decided to write my memoirs ” Breaking Free:45 Years In The wrong Body“. Still working on getting the French version done as well as that coffee table book of my paintings that pretty much follows my evolution since transitioning, and it will be bilingual.There is another project that may very well see the light of day to which I will be attached but I will wait until it actually takes off and that… Read more Fresh winds, new hope. →
The first time I dressed in the gender I knew myself to be I felt an overwhelming sense of being right, I could finally allow myself to open up as a woman. Imagine hiding from yourself for about forty-five years only to finally find the wherewithal to come out at long last, and this only because your life depended on it. I would, whenever I could draw and paint female models, feel as though this brought me closer to who I was, it was like a secret way in which… Read more The First Time. →
I wrote my memoirs partly because I saw it as a way to show women like myself as being human, with all this entails. My story is imbued with tragedy and humour, with self-loathing and acceptance, I wanted to share how my mind was able to survive thanks to what I would describe as my creativity which allowed me to often transport myself elsewhere when things got too difficult.I wanted to tell a story of hope and of coming into one’s own with a good measure of happiness and I… Read more Motivations. →
When I created this painting, I was already sadly aware of the dangers inherent with being a woman of trans origin, not the least was the solitude, the exclusion and othering.I am actually fortunate to have encountered Dany when I did, it saved my life and I have had but privilege ever since, not a whole lot to complain about on a personal level. Yet I can get triggered by what passes as journalism and free speech that seeks to demean and demonize women of trans origin. I have lived… Read more The other →
Yesterday, on not one but at least two different Facebook book groups that I’m on, I was told how brave and courageous I was simply because I transitioned. I know that these people are well meaning and all, that they were likely being supportive and wanting to share their encouragement with me. But here’s the truth of the matter, and I do think this happens to people all the time and for many reasons, it took little to no courage, it wasn’t particularly brave of me to go through with… Read more On Being Brave →
How do I know I am a woman since there are those who would push back on who I know myself to be, who would tear me down, lay waste to my very sense of self, all in the name of purity. But they are wrong. I am a woman and like most women, I am unique in many ways and do not fit neatly into a preconceived mold of femininity or femaleness, of hormone levels, menstrual history, not even of how one is raised. I am a woman full… Read more Am I a Woman. →
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