In the past year, I had the good fortune of speaking to a gentleman who has undergone female-to-male gender reassignment surgery. We spent over an hour discussing not only the process, but also when he had first decided to start the transformation, and when he first knew--in his words--that his body didn't feel like his own.
Kurt's story is inspirational and heartbreaking in equal parts. After his transformation was complete, he found it difficult to trust someone with his heart and his story. His journey to love and self acceptance was not an easy one.
Without further ado, here's a snippet of Kurt's story:
You know what it feels like? When I was a kid, I used to imagine that god had some sort of assembly line up in heaven somewhere where he and the angels put together new people. There’d be arms and legs and toes and ears, and everything would go off without a hitch…for the most part. But every once in a while, there’d be a terrible earthquake, and all the parts on the assembly line would be tossed around and jumbled, and someone would end up with an extra part or the wrong parts altogether.