For the longest time, I’ve left the gen­der field blank. I could not stand to put in a lie, but I could not yet be open with the truth.

I no longer have to hide.

My gen­der iden­tity is fe­male.

It is a bit of a has­sle. Well, quite a lot of a has­sle. You see, my gen­der iden­tity does not match the gen­der I was as­signed at birth. “It’s a boy!” they said.

I re­ally wish they could have con­sulted me first: from my per­spec­tive, the prac­tice of as­sign­ing gen­der at birth can at times seem rather ar­bi­trary… but it does, in­deed, work for the vast ma­jor­ity of peo­ple.

It just sucks for peo­ple like me.

Over the course of the next few years, I will be go­ing through a tran­si­tion, so that I may change my gen­der pre­sen­ta­tion from male to fe­male. It will be a long process. I won’t be ready to ac­tu­ally switch my gen­der pre­sen­ta­tion for awhile yet—prob­a­bly not for an­other year or two.

The process, how­ever, should be­gin within the next cou­ple of months.

I’m still me. I al­ways have been, and al­ways will be, me. My gen­der is one as­pect of me, one which has al­ways been there, but it is just that: one as­pect.

I am still a soft­ware en­gi­neer.
I am still a writer.
I am still a fem­i­nist.
I am still a huge fan of Up, Harry Pot­ter, Doc­tor Who, and I am be­com­ing a fan of Bat­tlestar Galac­tica.

I love my fam­ily—my dad, my mom, my sis­ter, my brother, my nephew, my cousins, my aunts & un­cles. I love my friends, and I love my team.

Thank you.

If you have any ques­tions—whether about gen­der & gen­der iden­tity, or about my opin­ions on the moral­ity of Al­bus Dum­b­le­dore—please ask.