Riding while Trans


Okay life is about journeys, where do you go and how do you get there. In the end, what was the result of the journey? close to eight years ago my children and I made a choice to start over. It was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. I did not feel my worth as a person due to the actions of another. It took that long to start to feel good about myself in all parts of my life. All good things take time and that means doing it right takes time as well. 2022 was the end of a battle that should have been done a long time ago.

This year I went one step further and purchased a new toy. I bought a Motorcycle and a brand new one at that. I took my time and went looking at a lot of bikes. but in the end, this was the winner.

I know that my Ex is screaming somewhere about it but I don’t care. I know that some people say it proves I am still a guy thinking like a guy. Well, let’s talk about that.

Women on Motorcycles?

Shocking news I know who would have ever thought that women can ride just like men. See it is NOT a gender thing it is an OMG that looks like fun or a lifestyle that I want to be a part of. Though I have to admit I am very stealth on the bike most people misgender me 9.9/10 but I don’t care. If it is a male privilege thing well aren’t they going to be in for a shock. If they only knew… I mean it is not like I am using a masculine haircut at all. It does feel weird when people say “Nice bike, man” or something along that line. But I choose not to get offended. Why? simple what is under my clothes is my business. How I feel about who I am as a person is my business. The best part is that when I ride away there is a smile on my face and joy in my heart.

This week I helped out with a motorcycle crash. Do you think those people who I helped cared who I was? Do you think they even knew what my pronouns were? Do you think I need to be in feminine attire? Or even talk a certain way to be valid to the person on the ground? No is the answer to all the stereotypes. what mattered was I was trained to help and help I did.

Though to be honest I wish that people would stop calling me Man. that does get a little annoying but then again I go back to I am going for a ride and I am at one with myself on that ride.

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