It was a long drive home from St. Louis Missouri. I make the drive every couple months to go see my family.
They aren't a traditional, or even somewhat normal family, but they're mine. These are the people who took
care of me, every time I might have needed it.
The drive home was boring, long, and sad. I had to leave my entire support system to go back to my job, my
house and everything else. I wish i could just move down there and be done with it.
The family was my LGBT community friends. I am a transgender, an FTM if you will. My biological family
never supported that, and kicked me out at 17 when I became who I am now. When they did that, I
gathered everything and left Howell Michigan behind forever. I, rather quickly, found an amazing support
group on the internet, based out of St. Louis. When I told them what was happening, I learned how
amazing people could be, and how much I could be loved. They were a small and close knit group, but
something drew me to them. After they learned what I had been through, they jumped in their car and
drove to get me. That road trip was so meaningful and full of love and support that I found myself crying a
From there, I lived with them. I eventually got my degree, went to college and became a Facial
Through it all, my family provided all the support I could need. My 'moms', a 40 year old lesbian and her
partner, had started this support groups just for kids like me, lost, lonely, and part of the LGBT community.
My 'siblings', a group of about 10, ranging in age from 15-27, gave me all the advice and help I could need.
They are a group of a little bit of everything. Now, at 23, I have my own life, but home for me will always be
with my crazy family.
That long drive home is worth it each and every time.