Dee Adams

Most journeys start with one step, but the beginning of my transgender journey began with an emphatic, “No!”

In the dark finale of an ayahuasca ceremony, I had asked to see the deepest part of myself. The deepest part of me conjured an image of me as a beautiful, shining woman. Everywhere I looked it was Woman-Me. She was dancing, singing, moving effortlessly through the darkness. She multiplied and spread, kaleidoscoping my vision in an infinite twirling presence of laughter and joy. She looked at me with a brilliant smile, a smile I had yet to experience in my life, and held her hands out to me in invitation… continue reading.

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