The Death of Adam

I've spoken a lot about some of my struggles as a public transwoman, but I haven't really touched much on my interactions with the public. I have a unique opportunity to do that tonight, because today I was sexually assaulted. That word has a lot of meanings. It conjures images of rape and heinous bodily harm, but those aren't its only meanings. Rape is sexual assault, but sexual assault is not just  rape. So I was at Town Hall station at about 11:30am this morning. I was coming up the escalator from the platform when I felt the back of somebody's hand against my buttocks. I turned around to see a man, maybe sixty or so, moving back down a step like he had moved for somebody, but there was nobody behind him, at least  not close enough to warrant him moving towards me. Did I just feel what I thought I felt? The way he was acting seemed like he  thought he'd just done it accidentally. Don't get me wrong; accidental bodily contact happens a lot. In elevato

22/01/18 So... yeah, it's really  been a while since I updated this. I mean, yeah, I sad that last post but damn,  this is something else. An insane amount has happened between, including me moving twice (spending... four months in the refuge?). But the biggest thing, and the reason I'm writing this post, is because I've started HRT. It took me a long  time to get, at least comparatively speaking, from what I have heard. I had four sessions with a clin. psych, which went through my whole life and mental health history. I now have a piece of paper that says "Adam is Transgender", which -- by the way -- isn't my name anymore. I've been full time for a few months now. That is, I now live my public life as a woman. I don't mean I ever really intentionally said that "from today, I'm full time." This was. kind of gradual. One day I decided I really liked my makeup. I looked like a raccoon for a bit, then I got the hang of my eyeliner a