Introductions

 Hello

You can call me Trixie. Trixie Marie, to be more precise.

Supposedly (according to the internet), Trixie is Latin for "she who brings happiness." That's part of the reason why I chose it.

You see, for most of my 38 years on this planet, I've lived as a man. However, in recent years, I've come to realize that I identify moreso as genderfluid.

While I still maintain a masculine side for most of my daily interactions, my feminine side is named Trixie.

Due to many factors, which I plan to cover in future blogs, it was only this past weekend in which I felt confident enough to step out in public, in broad daylight, as Trixie.

For me, that officially begins my journey of self discovery and exploration. People like to say that "life is a journey" and I know that who I am will lead to a bumpy ride. I hope you will ride shotgun with me.

Stay tuned.

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