Pride and Grief Collide

In 2007, when I was 19, my Bisabuela (great-grandmother) passed away. She was a venerable matriarch; relatives from as far away as her native Ecuador flew to southern Ohio to celebrate her life. It was the single largest funeral I have ever attended.

As it happened, this was shortly after I got my first buzz cut. I loved it. It gave me an early taste of what I later know as “gender euphoria” — the feeling you get when…