The first answer is very simple: I was once again sitting in the attic of a museum and had the incredible need to share myself with someone.
The second answer is similarly simple: if I want to concretise my thoughts, I have to write them down. In most cases, they are then much less scary and my inner world turns more slowly again. The latter is both healthier for me and for my social environment.
The third answer, on the other hand, is a bit longer: I’m one of those people who only found out later in life that helping other people is actually a very cool thing to do. Unfortunately, I’m not one of those people who feel comfortable in roller derby teams, at regulars‘ tables, at demos or at party meetings. What I am good at, however, is being myself, at least mentally, and even more so being honest. So what could be more natural than keeping a public diary about what it’s like to start a new phase of life? A stage of life that is as far away from mainstream society as the surface of the water is from the deepest point of the Central American trench.
There is clearly too little representation of trans males living in Germany and writing about their lives in the world at the same time. Join me as I discover the world of being trans, a pup, a dragon, a baby-kinster, one part of a polycule and of course a history nerd.