It wasn’t long after I started my testosterone injections, that I wanted to leave dirty dishes in the sink to get to my studio and paint. I wanted to strut into the Art Institute like John Travolta from an old movie. I wanted to scratch my balls. In front of people. I wanted to say ‘balls’ and ‘tits’. I felt free from wrinkles, bugs, and sweat. Free to create. Free to be great.
I expect to be a rich and famous artist now. After my surgery that is. Yes, I think I will need one of those too. I wonder if my sisters/brothers, Frida and Georgia peed standing up.