TS Addy Finch

Let’s while away our summer, kissing in sun-dappled shade on Belle Isle while my freckles grow exponentially or gussying up for a good meal and a night on the town. This is the season to make dreams come true!

As a transgender woman, I found myself born into duality and thusly carved myself a life from a delicious blend of naïve Midwestern puritanism and an unquenchable thirst for self-indulgence.

Naturally fair, freckled, and feminine, I have developed a reputation for eliciting delight in the small, quiet moments while still finding comfort in turning up for intoxicating jaunts into hedonism. Sometimes that is flipping locks of sun-dappled, auburn-red hair over youthful breasts and other times it’s flicking a riding crop over tender, blushing skin. While raised with a farmhand’s ethic, I was also university educated; versatility has defined my life whether it’s strutting through a sophisticated evening at the Detroit Opera House (where I maintain season tickets) or stumbling upon an outdoor music festival in Anchorage. From Michelin three stars to twenty-four-hour diners, week-long getaways to hour-long flights of fancy, I am thoroughly versed in finding and sharing life’s pleasures. A six-foot tall avid cyclist, my lean legs seem to run for miles. With a keen eye for healthy living and a background in fine dining, I’m always a fresh face bursting with energy and a drive to explore. So strong is that drive, seemingly the only thing reigning in extensive traveling is the ability to find time for the road. Perhaps it’s time we finally make each other’s acquaintance.