After a week shadowed by heavy anxiety and deep depression, finding light felt almost impossible. But life has its way of surprising us when we least expect it. Last Thursday's concert was a beacon of hope; the band's outspoken support for the transgender community was not just a statement, it was a warm embrace, a validation of who we are, and a reminder that we belong. That night, I felt seen.
And just when I thought the week had given all its surprises, today brought a gift that words barely capture. My wonderful wife, understanding me in ways only love can explain, organized a makeup party! With some of our closest girl friends, margaritas in hand, we dove into a night of beauty tips, gifts, laughter, and singing our hearts out to 90s girl anthems. It was a moment of pure joy, of sisterhood, of being unapologetically us.
Though each of us carries the responsibilities of our own families, and such moments are fleeting, I wished tonight could stretch into forever. This wasn't just a party; it was gender affirming care in its most beautiful form, something I've longed for, desperately needed. For the first time in a long while, I felt an undeniable sense of belonging, completely at ease with my soul sisters, a contrast to the countless guys' nights out that never quite felt right. Tonight, it wasn't about letting off steam; it was about being our true selves, together.
I'm overwhelmed with gratitude for everyone who shared this magical night with me. Your support, your laughter, your acceptance mean the world. Tonight was a reminder that joy can find us in the most unexpected moments, and when it does, it's nothing short of transformative. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for this unforgettable night of joy. 
