This is your space to be seen, supported, and celebrated. Before you jump into classes and discussions, let’s get to know each other a little better. 💬 Introduce yourself below!You can share as much or as little as you’d like — here are some ideas to get started: - 🌈 Your name (and pronouns, if you’d like) - 🏳️‍⚧️ Where you’re from - 💄 Something you’re working on or excited to learn (makeup, voice, fashion, mindset, etc.) - ☕ A fun fact or hobby you love - 💖 What brought you to Trans Folx This community is all about connection, growth, and joy — so don’t be shy! Comment on other intros, make new friends, and start feeling at home. ✨ Welcome to the Trans Folx family — we’re so glad you’re here.

Thank you all for joining. Let’s light the page on fire with comments, level gain and most of all socialization. Community is huge. Here we are all trans or super supporters. If ever you feel someone ain’t a friend, message me I will have my bouncer see them out (it’s me, i’m the bouncer) Post and chat ! let’s turn this page into a party we never want to leave 💋💋💋❤️🏳️‍⚧️🌈🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

I remember the version of me who would tremble before stepping out the door in a skirt. I’d sit in the car trying to talk myself into going inside. I’d hide in bathrooms and cry, then wipe my face and try again after reapplying makeup for the 30th time. Any laugh nearby felt like it had my name on it. Any glance felt like a judgment. It was the kind of attention that makes you feel small, not seen. And here’s the wild part: I wanted to blend in… but I was also wearing bold makeup, bright eyeshadow, rainbow outfits—like I was lit up on purpose. Looking back, maybe I was. Maybe I was trying to force the world to notice me in a way that felt safe. Maybe I was just desperate for validation, because I truly needed it. Over time, I started making different choices. Not “better” in some moral way—just choices that actually fit me. I got more comfortable in my everyday clothes. I softened my look. I stopped performing and started existing. Somewhere in that shift, I found peace. Now, if someone wants to be weird about the fact that I was AMAB, that’s their problem to carry. I don’t chase their approval anymore. I focus on the people who smile, who treat me normally, who make space for me as a person. The negativity doesn’t get to rent a room in my head. It’s a small, steady kind of power—self-worth. Confidence. A quiet “I belong here.” And it’s been one of the sweetest things about becoming myself.

Anyone else just sit and ponder like a greek philosopher about the current state of things. Then the coffee is gone and one is whipped back to the small bubble we all exist in and have to decide, after mind numbing thoughts, to go back to our small little world and snap back to reality like you didn’t just watch the world burn in your mind from ignorant men doing Nazi bullshit? …….. or is it just me.

OMG everyone. Happy Tuesday!! I have been off for awhile making big chase in my life. I sold my business, got my diploma, got licsened in Life & Health Insurance for my state, accepted a new job, took the next step to start college. the last two months have been reaaaaalllllll busy. I see we have grown a bit. Let’s keep the momentum. The best way to do that is comment, post, like. Build your rank in the group and the groups rank will rise. Welcome Welcome all the beautiful people who recently joined. We are so happy you are here!!!! Let us know something about you! Me i love to dance ❤️🌈🏳️‍⚧️