Dallas Bernhagen
Bio
writer, overthinker, candle stick maker
Stories (3/0)
Red and Blue, Fire and Sea
A carmine chameleon amongst the oblivious, you'd been hiding for so long in this chaotic nation. Although your unabridged gaze will pave your path, your friends won't recognize you anymore. You're a new creature, born from ash. Everyone's looking at you, this bold beauty. It will thrill me to see how you wear this newfound power.
By Dallas Bernhagen4 years ago in Filthy
Just another transgender coming out story
Let’s start from the beginning My earliest memory is my mom trying to put me in a spring dress and as I fidgeted my dad could tell I’d prefer one of his shirts so I wore that instead, even though it was so long it was a dress on me. I was maybe three years old. Obviously that’s a very spotty memory and I can’t remember how it was every day, but I remember feeling different in more ways than one. On the first day of 1st grade it was picture day and I hated that I had to wear that stupid spring dress, I frowned the whole day. And I oddly remember the photographer tried to make me smile by calling me pretty and sweet and all those girly words and a part of me thought he was maybe talking to someone else like are those words supposed to be for me? I also couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t just smile like the other girls and thank him for the compliment. My family didn’t understand why I was such an angry kid, and nor did I to be honest. I didn’t understand my own feelings and why I couldn’t just be a normal girl.
By Dallas Bernhagen4 years ago in Humans
Make It in New York
New York City. Luxurious uptown Manhattan, Fifth Avenue, Wall Street, Mad Men. Or the gritty-yet-bohemian Village (for the gay and free), Alphabet City, St. Mark's Place, Taxi Driver. Although these are polar opposites and you could find some middle ground in Chelsea and Midtown, with all opinions aside, this city has something to offer anyone and everyone. Be that as it may, she’s not easy. With a real estate value of $1.5 trillion, or 5 percent of the nation's total, it seems only the rich or stealthy can make it here. 8.5 billion residents made it here one way or another to "be a part of it," as the song goes. Now, with the streets clean and subways safe, we witness a new wave of youth fill the void.
By Dallas Bernhagen6 years ago in Journal