Agustín lived 24 years uncomfortable in a female body. Today he is a happy father and a proud role model on Instagram.
This year, like every year since 2013, police broke up Istanbul's Pride Parade. And like every year, I was there to protest anyway.
When I heard that the Heart Beat Bill [banning abortion as early as six weeks in Texas] was signed into law, it was like a brick breaking the wall. I felt a need to make a speech.
Making my debut as a female crew member in the World Rally Championship Kenyan leg is like coming home after 20 years.
Touched by the experience I had with a young girl, I started asking for sanitary pads from friends and relatives. My campaign began.
I identify as gay, trans, and non-binary. My fourth coming out is as a reverend. With each coming out, I faced the loss of friends, family, and education.
I decided to help clean up nature, rid the Earth of waste, and reduce the impact of staggering amounts of plastics in the Kaziranga National Park.
I opened the door slowly, and as I stepped inside, I saw John's leg behind the closet. Before I could run away, he caught me. He started beating me and cutting my dreadlocks.
Inside jail, I began to look for ways to improve the lives of my trans companions: I took care of the HIV patients, who did not have help.
When I was helping my dad build his car, he and his friends made inappropriate comments, saying that I did not understand anything.
Thanks to my educational training, I managed to save a girl whose parents exposed her to the sex trade.
Despite meeting all the requirements, my superiors tried to stop my candidacy. The discrimination I seemed to escape returned once more to halt my dreams.