In August 1999, Monica Helmes designed the trans pride flag. That same year, I was seven years old and received my first skateboard. Growing up in Florida, even the winters are warm and with my mother working two jobs as a single parent, I couldn’t skate enough. This was the first year my mother deemed me a “tom-boy”. Running around with no shoes on, skating to places I had no business going to, I stumbled upon my first tagging session. Watching in awe, I was enamoured and enchanted by the way the stale wall became a true work of art. The bright colors that seemed to wash away the grim, dull, and ugly of the places less visited. To this day, I still use spray paint in every painting I do.
Just a little over two decades later, I came out to my family and friends and later to my community. This was an experience I would consider nothing shy of transcendental. One that allowed me to bloom into this world in the way I had always wished to. The skateboard has a background made up of spray paint. Several layers of browns and blues which my home is full of. Leather furniture and paintings of the ocean are everywhere. Outlining the bouquet of flowers are bright pinks and whites made up of acrylic paint, as to reveal the part of my life in which I was seen in the world as female. The stark blue stripes serve as guidelines of sorts. When you skate one foot is placed in the center of the board, between the stripes, and when you cruise the feet are spread apart almost directly on top of the blue lines. This is the way in which I perceive my transition, kick push where those see the soft and the feminine, then cruise in the bliss that is my true self, feet firmly planted in the blue.