Hi. I'm Nick North,
your friendly neighbourhood TransDad
WHAT IF THE THINGS THAT MADE US DIFFERENT
ALSO MADE US BEAUTIFUL?
Guess what, I believe they do.
Hey, I'm nick.
Aka, Nicholas, Klaus, EpicDanger, or my personal favourite and my Jr High nickname of ‘Myrtle The Turtle’. Yes, I really was that cool—so cool that I actually created the name myself. I know right?
Anyway. I’m a 36 year old transgender man who looks like I might graduate high school this year… or maybe next.
Only recently have I embraced this good genetic fortune. I have yet to embrace the genetics of my hair loss though. #transmanproblems. #giveittime #baldisbeautiful
I have the very best wife, Katherine, and more kids than you can shake a stick at, okay only 5 (ages 6, 7, 11, 12 + 14), but that’s still a lot.
I like them all, you would too.
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I believe that all it takes
to make a family is love,
that every family is different,
and that every family is a
beautiful family.
Our family has a few things that makes us different.
- Nick was assigned female at birth, and carried 4 of our kiddos in his ‘Duderus’ while married to his ex husband Chris.
- Katherine had our oldest kiddo while living in Japan, and left during the 2011 earthquakes.
- This means we’re a blended family. We don’t use the word ‘step’ in this house. That’s just not who we are.
- After 4 years living in the suburbs of Calgary, we decided as a family, ex-husband Chris included, to close down our lives in Alberta and head west with our big queer blended family to the Southern Gulf Islands.
- We live on just under an acre of temperate rainforest, in a 1200 sq foot house, a 4 minute walk to the beach.
- Chris stays in a 100 sq foot tiny house here on our property.
MY ORIGIN STORY
Age 16
AGES 20-29
AGE 31
Age 6
AGE 19
Age 30
AGE 35
DEEP DIVE
NEW HERE? WANT TO KNOW MORE ABOUT MY STORY?
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HELPING BRANDS THAT CARE
Tell stories that connect
with real people
“TICKLEY TICKLEY ROUND YOUR TUMMY,”
She would whisper in a sing song tone as she traced her fingers across my stomach. The two of us snuggled up on her couch. “We Yike, jeopardy, don’t we Gamma.” the 6 year old version of me would look up at her and smile. “We sure do!” she smiled back, returning to her tickling song. “Tickley, tickley round your tummy, if you laugh you’ll be a mummy.” her long fingers making loop da loops on my belly.