I’m Nick, the wife, she calls me Nicholas. I like it deep down. There’s something kinda sexy when she calls me by my full name. Sort of like I’m in trouble for something. Maybe this should concern me, but it doesn’t.
I believe a lot of shit.
I believe in soul mates and destiny and so many hippy things. I believe in morning sex and donuts for breakfast and Thursday night concerts in dives with beer in plastic cups. I believe in people, that everyone is more interesting than they let on. I also believe in the word Mother Fucker… try it, it feels good as it rolls off tongue.
There’s lots of shit you might want to know about me, most of those things don’t matter but I’ll hook you up with the facts anyhow, I’m kind like that.
I’m a 30 something year old dude who looks like he might graduate high school this year… or maybe next. Only recently have I embraced this good genetic fortune. I am married to a strong, fierce, smart, sexy, independent woman named Anna. I have more kids than you could possibly count, (okay just 5 but still) I like them all, you would too. This does mean that yes, I probably do more in a day than you, and I most definitely sleep less. I like it that way, keeps me on my toes.
Although I’m a dude, I happen to have been born in a female body and have only recently decided to step into my own manly awesomeness. This here piece of the internet is where I’ll tell you all about stepping out of one gender and into another, all the good and bad and scary and awesome parts.