As I approach my 39th birthday, I reflect on the stark contrast between my twenties and thirties. While my twenties were tumultuous and chaotic, my thirties have prompted growth, self-reflection, and boundary-setting. My journey as a Black trans woman in this age has featured both societal challenges and moments of authentic joy. The age of 35 stands out as a critical milestone tied to the precariousness of life for my community. Despite the fears surrounding aging, my 35th birthday was celebrated among friends, reminding me of the importance of connection and resilience.
If my twenties were a messy queer prom, from oversized feelings to under-processed trauma, my thirties arrived like a stern guidance counselor holding a clipboard.
Trans time is bizarre: we're always either 'too young to know' or 'too old to start.' But I was determined to write my own story.
For many Black trans women, turning 35 is part of our shared experience. It's a reminder that some of our sisters don't make it past this age.
Friends toasted me with cheap prosecco and expensive affirmations. However, internally, I realized that 36 had become a finish line in my nightmares.
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