transition |tranˈziSH(ə)n tranˈsiSH(ə)n| noun

Movement, passage, or change from one position, state, stage, subject, concept, etc., to another; change.

There was a lot of talk in the news not long ago about a certain athlete who decided to transition from male to female. Pondering Caitlyn’s courage and transparency in her decision to share this with the world, I became convinced that I should share a secret I have been hiding for quite some time with you.

It has taken years for me to come to terms with this and gather up the courage to reveal it to my closest friends, fans, family and colleagues. It is something I have always known—but somehow I have kept this secret locked up “like dreams in a box.” I have never really said what I have wanted to publicly, and merely hid the fact that my intentions and feelings are indeed real.

However, reality doesn’t always summon the fortitude and courage required to come to your own “transitioning.” I was afraid my peers would think I was insane, or just blow it all off as “he’s dreaming” or “just going through a phase.” In this fear of the unknown, and lacking a bit of confidence, I kept it all inside.

But now at last I’m ready and the truth must be told.

Timothy P. Green Photo: Sherri Innis

Photo: Sherri Innis

I am a singer, songwriter, blogger and poet.

Whew! There… I said it. After years of writing songs and lyrics and putting my various musings on paper, simply to be folded up and stored away in shoeboxes, it was now time to “come out of the closet,” so to speak. These writings and songs have been with me my whole life, but I never took them seriously. I was happy and very content just being a drummer in a band. I started playing drums when I was 5 years old, but deep down I always had my dirty little secret.

Now you may ask, “Why did you wait so long to reveal to everyone that you had other talents?”

The answer was fear. I lacked the confidence to pursue this other side. I wasn’t prepared for my passage or change of state from one thing to the other. Much like the athlete mentioned above, it was always who I was and a part of me—but self, time and circumstance did not allow.

That is, until now.

I feel free now to share everything I have and everything I am. I should take this time to thank my friend and true believer Mr. Bradford Rogers. It was he who dusted off those old shoeboxes and said “Let my people go!” (Oh wait that was Moses wasn’t it? Well, they look kinda similar sometimes.) So here I am blogging and writing publicly now… What a transition, and it feels good!

It’s an amazing thing to borrow someone else’s confidence in you; it can change your life.

And you thought I wanted to be a woman.