Degrees of Separation: The Woman Seen
I've come to learn yet another facet of myself this past week. It's been both affirming yet so very starkly frightening, altogether at once. It is not something that anyone told me to expect nor is it something I would have suspected. Even if I did suspect what I saw and what I have come to learn of myself, it would have been denied, like I did for much of my life; denied, ignored and placed in a box like so many of the other piece of my life had been hidden. It was a crisp winter's day this week and the snow, brightly shining under a warming late January Sun beckoned for a bit of playtime. I grabbed my cross country skis and headed out into the backyard to do some laps. I was not dressed or made up as Christen, save for a set of small earrings I often wear at home in my male mode. After a couple of laps around the yard, I stopped and decided, in the stunning sunlight and with a contrast of green trees and blue sky, that a picture was wa...