Kendra Chelsea Reviews DC/MD/NOVA

The traffic sucks, well at least it does in DC and in College park.

And if I were to truly be critical of the restaurants in my area I would have to say they are set up for late night, frat boy binges and not so much for fine dining.

Oh and if you allow it, people will walk right past you without so much as a smile or a nod.

Which reminds me of one day when I was in my early 20s when I broke down on the 29 at 3 A.M. (there you go Jamie) and not one person stopped to see if I was okay or if I needed help.

If you allow it… But I smile and I make them have eye contact. I say hi and hold the door open for the person behind me and those simple actions always gets me a smile as gratitude. But really, that’s not what I am trying to say here, that’s not what point I am trying to make.

I dance and I will keep on dancing until Kendra moves on. And this is my home. This is where I came out as transgender and when I discovered that the worst thing that would happen to me when doing so was a bunch of personal questions being thrown my way that would eventually be followed closely by a hug.

This is where I changed my name, my social security card, driver’s license and birth certificate to my new name and more importantly, my new gender.

And this is where I dance.

And I couldn’t imagine going to another doctor or being treated for gender dysphoria in any other place than Whitman Walker.

The prices are way too high, it is too crowded and even though the roads are constantly being repaired, lanes being closed, detour signs in abundance there is always a pothole for you to hit and bottom out your car.

I live a 2 miles from work and it takes me thirty minutes to get there during rush hours.

But I fucking dance.

When I wake up in the morning, as I am blasting the radio with my window down and the wind blowing through my hair, as I am sitting at work doing my work, I fucking dance.

And it isn’t because I am transgender, it isn’t because I have the best friends the world has to offer and it most definitely not because I think of myself as the happiest girl in the world…nope…

I dance because I live in an area that accepts you for being…well, who you are, because no one can tell me that I am not Kendra Chelsea because you need a court order to find out that my gender or my name was ever anything other than Kendra or female…take that mother fucking, backwoods south.

And because I live in an area, a city where I can reach out and talk to my local politicians and offer my help; and I live in an area, a city where they are happy to take me up on that offer.

So my honest review of the only place I would ever want to live might have you believing this might not be the place for you to relocate to and to be perfectly honest, in a lot of ways you would be smart to avoid setting up roots here; yea, most definitely visit though.

But if you are a transgender girl or guy, you could not find a better place or time to live than in my home town. Because you will be loved.

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