20 + queer & been wanting to change my name for years! finally took the leap & scheduled my fingerprinting- the 1st official step! (sharing here bc my family isn’t fully supportive) 🌈

(*blanks & info white-outs for privacy*) I’m SUPER excited you guys! I’ve been wanting to change my name for YEARS but was so overwhelmed by the process. I recently attended a workshop where the process was really clarified & I finally felt confident to take the next step + I finally have enough financial capacity… so I took the leap! hoping to have the name change official by the end of the year! I recently came out with a book & on the book, I was allowed to use my “pen name” (so I chose my desired name!) & after this process is done- my legal & pen names will match! finally, I’m really stepping in to my authentic self! 🌈 & embracing my true identity! after a lifetime (thus far) of suppressing her to please others.

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That is some next level of dedication right there

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Felt sad today and a feeling I lost. This made me realise life is not a race. I can just feel what I feel and its not losing.

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Have a Funny, Happy and Chill weekend peeps🥰 Ps : Its a 15 yr old pic. Keep Smiling)

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I introduced my boyfriend to my parents last night and it went so well that they took us out for ice cream!

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Great update! Got my boy Zero back 🐈‍⬛ my Mom opened up to it after all.

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I’ve been drawing and coloring with my kid. I may not be that good, but making this sure put a huge smile on my face.

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I’m Glad we have these Moments. This is me and my favorite person.

Kat and Keith!

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Feeling cute. Hopefully my students don’t see this lol

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I never thought I deserved or could find a love like this. I never knew what kind was until I met him

I never knew that I could love someone so deeply. Or what romance looked like until I met this man. At just 3 months of dating my mother died and he told me that he didn’t know me long enough to know what to say to comfort me but that he would still try. While grieving he would come and sit on the end of my bed while I slept. When I was sick he’d bring me medicine and soup. Such a self less person.

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