Depending on who you ask, I have a certain name. In my professional life, I am Sean Ulin. But that is not my name. Sean Ulin was a boy who lived the life of violence, drugs, alcohol, and crime. He would fill up his day with so much stuff that he would not have to confront his crossdressing habits. He has scars that will stay with him for the rest of his life. It wasn't until meeting a coworker who invited me to a party at her house that I felt like I could trust people with the secrets I had held in for so long. I told her I was bisexual and a crossdresser but I didn't realize there was more. I didn't realize until a month later that the more I actually took to think about it, the more I discovered how much I hated living as Sean Ulin. Now though, I choose to have my friends call me by my real name. My name is Christina Ulin
