So here's the deal: I'm truly trans, meaning I'm in that gray area. Tho born a girl, I feel both male and female, and neither male nor female. For example, I have eight fantasy football teams and I'm physically incapable of wrapping a present properly. But I also love talking about my feelings and I will ask for directions. I can have a spirited conversation about everything from The Bachelor to the butt fumble.
You also may have noticed my name Dibs. I'm not named after the delicious ice cream treat. It's actually a nickname I go by bc my real name, Deborah, fits about as well as OJ's glove. It's Throwback Thursday!
Feeling both and neither sex is a blessing and a curse. Sure, I'm well-rounded but often feel like I fit in nowhere. Pat knows what I mean...and thanks Pat for the congratulations cake for my new blog.
So, I'm gonna talk about funny stuff, like why I like to wear Speed Stick Deodorant, and serious stuff, like my life-changing surgery last year. After interviewing Chaz Bono, I was inspired to have gender reassignment surgery. So that douchenozzle Seth MacFarlane can no longer sing about my boobs.
Stay tuned for my first Pulitzer Prize-winning post, which is an article I wrote for Glamour about all of this that they never ran, those bastards. It'll be up soon!