I have always been a lover of professional wrestling. The pageantry, the drama, the athleticism, all took me in and never let me go, to the point where I knew I had to be a part of it. Then of course, I couldn’t. I was a beanpole with no muscle to speak of and this plight only added to one I had already been dealing with my whole life, I wanted to be a woman. As if the first fact was not severe, the second one was just a punch in the gut to add to what I was already dealing with, spiraling me out into a depression. Read more