Jack Oliver Plumer
I am a trans-man. Whatever I make here will go towards paying for things I need to transition. My goal is to look like the doctored photo of myself on my profile. I'm excited to get writing and to read y'alls amazing stories too.
The New World Order
The time was five-thirty in the morning in Salamanca, Spain. The dark conference room was barely illuminated by the bright LED numbers flashed from March 21st, 2085, to telling the time. Maria de Santo Domingo sat in almost complete silence, albeit for the agitated rhythm of her fingers moving up and down in a wave on the wooden table. Maria was a woman of action that barely seemed to take time to breathe, let alone sit still by herself. Unfortunately, humanity had yet to learn how to control time, so she would have to endure waiting until it was noon.
"Trans what?" you might be asking the screen currently in front of you. Allow me to explain. By definition, in the Cambridge Dictionary, transmogrification is "the act or process of changing or being changed completely." I'd also wager to guess that you noticed how 'trans' is separated with a hyphen from the rest of the word. "Is he using a word that begins with 'trans' that is relevant to his New Year's resolutions because it has something to do with being transgender?" You got me. Somehow I knew my brilliant, and totally not overused, play on words wouldn't pass over your heads. Now that you have easily deducted what my fresh start will be centered around, allow me to regale you with a story of how I got to this point.
Finish Your Food
I can hear her now as if it were yesterday. Sunday evening was always one of my favorite times when I was growing up. We lived in a small little hick town on the outskirts of Prosperity, Indiana. All the neighbors were family in some way or another, and one of them was my grandmother.