To paraphrase Jane Eyre, ‘Dear Reader, I TOLD him."

That is, I told my best friend that I was trans. They totally accepted me, and were happy that I was finally able to find my truth. It came out in a text. My finger hovered over the send button for like five minutes, constantly re-editing and thinking how I wanted to say it. But, it came out beautifully (I think) and the response was immediate and positive. I didn’t expect it to be different, I’ve known them forever, but it was validating, heartwarming, and a welcome moment on this long journey. We then talked on the phone right away for a long time. It was so good to here their voice and say out loud what had been in my heart for so long. They were at the top of the list for who I wanted to tell.

P.S. Having referenced Charlotte Brontë, I do have to say that she’s my least favorite of the Brontë sisters. Anne is tops for me (Tenant of Wildfell Hall is one of my favorite books of all time). Emily is next up. Was there ever a darker piece of literature than Wuthering Heights?