I was born twice.
The second birth came late — after a long marriage, raising children, and decades of quiet unhappiness that no amount of “doing the right thing” could fix.
https://medium.com/prismnpen/roads-we-never-thought-wed-take-1dfbf2bbf3c9

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Roads We Never Thought We’d Take

To our gender transitions in our 60s, a lavender cottage by the sea and a wedding beyond our dreams

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When changing my child's diaper, I was asked...plainly......

"Where did you learn that?" Mary asked, watching from the doorway with a mixture of surprise and something else—something that looked dangerously like understanding.

"Just instinct, I guess," I mumbled, but the lie tasted bitter on my tongue.

https://thistleandmoss.com/p/my-house-of-pain-the-love-that-survived-my-worst-betrayal
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My House of Pain: The Love That Survived My Worst Betrayal

Wendy The Druid

You know this isn't you. Stop pretending. Let me out. Wendy's voice, always there in the darkest corners of my mind, whispering truths I couldn't bear to hear. For years, Id put headphones, earbuds, or just speakers in my office dungeon, cranked up, to drown her out.

https://thistleandmoss.com/p/my-house-of-pain-the-wounds-i-inflicted
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My House of Pain: How My Kindness Became the Cruelest Weapon

Wendy The Druid

Walt’s fists—always closed, never open—were meat mallets tenderizing whatever flesh they found. They left constellations of purple-black galaxies blooming beneath my skin, each bruise a dark star born of violence. Whatever he felt comfortable using on me, he used without hesitation or remorse.

https://thistleandmoss.com/p/my-house-of-pain-blood-versus-beast
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My House of Pain: Blood Versus Beast

Wendy The Druid

At night, I'd watch her through cracked doorways, her silhouette hunched and trembling, and wonder which version of my mother would greet me in the morning - the one whose fingers would gently brush my hair, or the one whose hands would clench into fists at the slightest provocation. The uncertainty gnawed at my insides like hungry rats.

https://thistleandmoss.com/p/my-house-of-pain-the-devil-you-don-t-know
#trans #queer #lgbtqia #nonfiction #reading #writing #author #biography #translife #comingout

My House of Pain: The Devil You Don't Know

Read After: The Woman a Child Once Loved

Wendy The Druid

Years later, when I finally claimed my identity as a trans woman, stepping into the light of who I'd always been, I felt Helen's hands guiding mine, heard her voice whispering encouragement. The woman who never had language for what I was had somehow given me permission to find that language for myself....

https://thistleandmoss.com/p/my-house-of-pain-the-woman-a-child-once-loved
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My House of Pain: The Woman a Child Once Loved

Read After: The Woman Only Wendy Knew

Wendy The Druid

Helen, the woman who saved me. Or at least she tried to.

"Add more flour, but, do it gently," she'd scold, her voice warm despite the sharp edges. "You're not building a damn wall—you're coaxing something into being." Then she'd laugh, that throaty sound that made you believe in tomorrow even when today was crushing your spirit.

https://thistleandmoss.com/p/my-house-of-pain-the-woman-only-wendy-knew
#trans #queer #lgbtqia #nonfiction #reading #writing #author #biography #translife #comingout

My House of Pain: The Woman Only Wendy Knew

Read After: When The Armour Comes Off

Wendy The Druid

This is the first queer space story, a story with alot of queer coding in it and references to characters who are all actual people who have been in my life. So when you read any queer space story that I have written, this is where it all started.

https://thistleandmoss.com/p/my-house-of-pain-the-safety-of-a
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My House of Pain: The Safety of a Queer Space

Start Here

Wendy The Druid

I tell people not to read it. Because its a painful experience to re-live. But it is a reality that is my life.

It starts here, and it goes down hill from there.

This is my story, my origin, my beginning. I hope the end is better that how it started.

https://thistleandmoss.com/p/my-house-of-pain-prologue
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My House of Pain: Prologue

Explore identity, trauma, and the power of names in this unflinching prologue. A poetic journey through pain, self-discovery, and reclaiming what was broken.

Wendy The Druid
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Au delà du placard, repensons ...
Les Oreilles Loin du Front – #112 Au delà du placard, repensons le coming-out ! - avec Florent Manelli

Comment le coming out, à l’origine un acte politique et collectif est-il progressivement devenu purement intime et individualiste ? Est-il contraint par une mise en scène qui ne fait que souligner le caractère minoritaire et honteux de nos désirs ? Comment repenser ce geste qui se retrouve aujourd’hui réduit à un symbole personnel ou médiatique, souvent récupéré par le capitalisme et la culture de masse ? On en parle avec Florent Manelli qui vient de publier un essai mêlant expériences intimes et productions universitaires : Au delà du placard. Renverser la honte, repenser l'intime aux éditions Les liens qui libèrent