Climbing Everest Everyday / Trans Sherpa
Being trans is like
Trying to climb Everest
Everyday
Seeing all the landmarks
Along your way—
Knowing you might be
A bit insane, and doing it
Because if you don’t, you’ll
Sit at the base of the mountain
Wondering “what-if”
Until the end of your days.
Being trans is like trying to climb Everest
Every single fucking day and
Honestly, since top surgery—
I feel like I made it to third base.
First base camp was name change,
Second was HRT,
Rounding up to the third with top surgery —
I’ve still got loads more trail to travel
But the sights I’ve seen so far are incredible!
Problem is, even if I make it to the top
I may never feel high enough—
I would stand at the precipice and
Look up into the sky, wondering
“How can I get to that?”
And then perhaps get interested
In space travel.
So— knowing myself
And my tendencies
I’ve decided to become a sort of
Trans Sherpa.
I’ll walk along, talk about
Everything that happens, give you
Any bit of advice or assistance I can—
Help carry the load whenever possible,
Be an ass, make you laugh—
But at the end of the day —
It’s Everest.
A most dangerous, most deadly mountain.
I can’t promise you anything
Other than what I’ve already dealt with,
Tips on where I’ve already been—
The journey is your own, it can’t be
Replicated.