For two years, I took injectable estrogen once every two weeks.
I’d carefully expose the needle and draw out the thick liquid, filling the syringe, and tap out the bubbles. Then I’d enlist a friend to help inject it. It symbolized to me that gender transition is a combination of strength from within and community support.
I will never forget my sister’s try. She pushed too fast, separating the barrel from the needle, leaving half in my arm and the estrogen across my face. Otherwise, she’s a terrific registered nurse.