I’ve been constantly pushed and boxed in not only binary boxes, but also heterosexual boxes growing up in an Afro Caribbean home and also a Catholic home as well. the biggest thing I’ve always learned was that it wasn’t the genders being pushed on me That was the most pressuring, but it was the values and personalities that made me feel bound and decrepit more than anything.
“Act like this, be strong like that, be our rock when there’s no one else“ during all these times hearing this growing up, I rejected these so deeply that it pushed myself away from my family in a way that they could never truly understand my deep need for not only creativity, but for my personal endeavors while figuring out who I truly am.
These exact ways I’ve pushed myself have helped me discover that my softness in my make up of strength, my strength in my compassion, and the power in my being no matter the gender; has helped me find that love is not only truly the answer, but it’s also the first step to self discovery. All the big stuff that I’ve done to truly love myself and explore my feelings deeper, have let me to feel empowered in my sympathy and held in high regard for my disposition with the binary. Because of this, I’m able to show up for ones in my community that truly not only need help but also need someone that understands how it feels to be in a “male Body” That also is in touch with their own deeper emotions regarding depression, anxiety, and grief. And it’s these exact moments that I feel like I reside alongside my community in a way where I truly can hold others deeply and unapologetically to make sure they feel seen and loved.