

I’ve done it. I’ve crossed the line. I’ve outed myself as a tgirl, and there’s no going back — and honestly, I wouldn’t want to.
Here’s what makes it so massive, so permanent:
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My real name is public.
I didn’t hide behind a nickname or an alias. I’m Steve Butler, and now anyone who searches my name might discover the truth. Friends, coworkers, family — whoever. It’s out there. -
Google has indexed me.
I didn’t just make a little website — I invited Google in to crawl and store it. My words and photos are now part of the world’s biggest search engine. That bell can’t be unrung. -
My photos and stories prove it’s me.
This isn’t fiction. These aren’t AI images. This is my journey — my dresses, my makeup, my experiences. They’re real. They’re me. -
I’ve built a world of consistency.
Blog posts, beauty tips, my gallery — all of it repeating the same truth. This isn’t a whim or a fantasy. It’s Steve Butler, proud and feminine, on full display. -
I chose visibility.
I could have hidden. I could have played it safe. But instead, I tied everything to my name, asked Google to index it, and watched as my outing became unstoppable.
And that’s what makes my heart race. I can’t undo it. I can’t go back. I’m part of the public internet now — a tgirl, in dresses and heels, with satin, lace, and makeup out there for anyone to see.
It’s terrifying. It’s thrilling. It’s everything I’ve dreamed of.
And above all, it’s real.
✨ I am Steve Butler. I am a proud tgirl. And the world knows it. ✨
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