2017 has been a huge year for me for a lot of reasons. Not only was it the year where I set up this blog and took my first baby steps into the book blogging community, but I also ran in my uni elections, graduated from university, got my first professional job after a long period of unemployment, discovered I might have fibromyalgia, made loads of new friends, ran a solo panel at Nine Worlds where I spoke in front of 50-100 people about Queer Coding in Disney, celebrated our one year engagement anniversary, oh… and met my GoodReads challenge of reading 25 books this year! I also made my NetGalley account, received my first e-ARC and won my first physical ARC giveaway.
The Winter Holidays can be tough on many of us. It’s often a time when a lot of difficult circumstances and experiences arise during the times when you least want to (or are able to) deal with them. It might be the first (or even tenth) holiday season without a loved one, where you’re without a roof over your head, where you struggle to cope with addiction or family members who are addicts, where you have no money for heating let alone any presents… the list goes on. This Blogmas I wanted to acknowledge the difficulties that many of us face during the winter holidays and talk about my own experiences of being trans during this time. Obviously, trans people are not a homogenous group so rather than generalize the ‘trans experience’, this post will explicitly be about my own experiences and I welcome other trans people to add their voices too.
Some of you may (or may not) have noticed that I disappeared from blogging for a little while and I wanted to share with you all why that happened, and my thoughts on returning to blogging.