I think, at the heart of all the TF stories I've been writing, and the heart of my therian and trans experiences alike, is a very simple and very potent sense of joy and relief.
It's the joy of knowing me. Of cutting through the false identity forced on me by society and family to the person I actually am, to an identity I have in equal parts found and created. It's the joy of knowing, after years and years of pain, what it's like to love the self. To actually feel things like pride in myself, satisfaction with who I've become, for the first time in my life.
It was all worth it. Struggling through all that pain, enduring through the worst days of my life. I kept going in what felt like the slimmest hope of a better future, of a chance to know myself.
And now, I finally get to know that dragoness. And she's prettier and happier and more at peace than that hurt little girl so long ago could ever have imagined.
I'm finally, at long last, myself.
I am me, and I am free.
