As I sit down to write this column I find I am picturing myself in a rocking chair on the porch, as if I am about to share stories of the hardships we faced during the Great Depression on the old farm or some such.
You see, I was musing the other day on just what the trans community is now, versus what it was when I first found it, and what change this has wrought.
You won't, however, find me threatening to turn the garden hose on anyone, lest they avoid my front lawn. No, while times were different then, and had certain difficulties that I'll get into below, I am not going to proclaim how the trans kids these days have it easy.