As a Transgender Person, I Hate Transition

Well, San Francisco. We haven’t gotten there yet, and I am mostly feeling anxious. I don’t really know what I’m supposed to be writing here nor what I’m supposed to be doing. That might just be the imposter syndrome talking but I feel mostly lost and nervous. Hopefully that will remedy itself. Yikes I’m bad at writing these.

Anyways we’re leaving tomorrow and I’m also nervous about the whole big city thing. I would not say I’m a city girl. But hey, I’m not driving anywhere so that takes away like 70% of the stress. I’m excited to just absorb these films though. I know it’s kind of pretentious to say that movies –or films if we want to be classy–are a form of art, but I really do think that. I mean where else are you going to get audio, visual, and narrative story telling? I think when I imagine stories, I’m imaging films because I think life is made of stories and film can be a really effective tool for immersing oneself in another time, another life, another story. I’m excited to see what these stories have to tell me.