Responsibility

I feel like I have a lot of responsibilities nowadays. Rather, I feel like I have new responsibilities. I’ve always had to deal with work, taking care of my cat, my body (hydrate or diedrate!). But nowadays, I have more going on. Sure, there’s the element of representation; I’m trans, and I need to think […]

Visibility & Empowerment

Today is Trans Day of Visibility. One year ago, I was in a bunk bed in Denmark, lonely and exhausted, and I posted something briefly to Facebook about being trans before passing out. I woke up to huge amount of support (mostly), and felt really good about myself. My exposure was empowering. Before that moment, […]

Books n’ Things

So I’ve mentioned a lot in the way of books. I actually have started reading a lot since I came out as queer, looking to discover more of my new heritage and history. I haven’t really come up with any major discoveries or anything, though I’ve found some really good thoughts. I’ve explored areas touching […]

A Thousand Faces

Recently, I’ve been feeling my identity become more fluid. Just to be clear, I’m genderqueer and non-binary, not moving towards any binary identities. However, in thinking about how to explain my gender I’ve started to figure out that it wildly varies within the vast universe of “other”. Another thing I’ve been pondering is how to […]

Fabulous and Femme

I identify as a femme. It’s perhaps a strange thing to identify as, given I’m neither a woman nor a lesbian (and yes, one doesn’t require the other). I’m not going to talk about what femme is. That’s been covered by many other people, far more knowledgeable than I. I’ll put some resources at the […]

Death and Literature

I’m surrounded by ghosts. It feels a bit hyperbolic, but also it’s been on my mind lately. I’ve been reading A Gentrification of the Mind by Sarah Schulman, and it’s been hitting hard. I’m only a generation or two after the trauma of the 1980s, and as I learn more about my city’s queer past […]

The Queer and the City

I was reading Confessions of the Fox by Jordy Rosenberg recently, and a passage stuck out to me: This particular relation between the queer/trans body and the city is strangely resonant […]We, the emotionally starved; we, who have been thrown from the void, who have turned to the city when there was nowhere else. Well, […]