Growing older as a woman is one of my greatest joys. I counsel and support a lot of younger women, most of them gorgeous and in good physical health, almost all cisgender and many bi or queer or gay, and would not trade places for anything. They envy me my confidence, wisdom, experience, resilience, radiance, self-assurance, body acceptance, sexual skills, relationship skills, empathy, patience, ability to handle life challenges and career challenges, emotional balance, sister network, career skills, artistic skills, and deep mature sexiness. These are things that take a lifetime to develop and nurture, and oh the rewards. I LOVE BIRTHDAYS. I CELEBRATE ANOTHER YEAR OF BEING MYSELF IN A WORLD OF AMAZING SOULS AND INCREDIBLE BEAUTY. I turn 47 in 3 days. Every birthday is better than before. Hope I am still living learning loving and trying new things when I am 100.

The past few birthdays haven't been enjoyable in the least.  There's this increasing sense of urgency that I have to act on this dysphoria or keep piling on the regrets that surface from lost time.  Considering I'll be 25 in a month, it's beyond time for me to act, but fear is a constant hindrance for me.

Mine is soon, april 30th. It will be a good day, I'm happy with life. Scheduled facial plastic surgery as a birthday present to look younger, no cake, I'm on a diet.