Is the reflection I see in the mirror who I am, or just the taxi that carries "me" around? As a TG journalist for a host of magazines I have explored this and many other ideas along the detour that has become my life. Being transgender is by far the most confused, conflicted, distracting and yet amazing journey I have ever encountered thus far.
Since I'm in Bangalore India for six months, I thought it relevant to post some things happening here from time to time. Above is a little girl I pass most everyday, and she might be the youngest mediator, what do you think?