My Wet, Hot, Off-grid Summer

I’ve been seeing articles all day decrying shock and despair over the election results. As if we haven’t seen it before only eight years ago. Don’t get me wrong here. I am just as despaired as the rest of the population who didn’t want the U.S. to cave to a more overt form of the fascism it was already courting. As a trans person, as a person who...

I wrote a poem while at the Juniper Writing Institute this summer regarding the color purple. It was an exercise based on listening to a poem of another writer and coming up with a response. The latest draft I have of it is below: Viole(n)t I am the color of fruit in books for children they draw me round but my shape is much less defined at least...

When “personhood” is decided by the Big Five My partner and I recently moved states in order to benefit from lower rent and a more affordable living environment. We found a place on Craigslist for the winter that was not only scam-free, but extremely cute. We visited it in person, met the landlord, and agreed to tenancy until April after the...

I want to tell you a story. It’s a story of three laptops assigned to me from work. But it also might be a story you know because you might have been the main character at one point or another, laptop or no laptop. The first laptop was a Chromebook, which was a whole kind of hell I didn’t realize even existed. It had ChromeOS on it, which...

This is a word vomit after finishing Leslie Feinberg’s Stone Butch Blues. My hope is that it opens a discussion around transmasculinity in general. Yes, I know. I’m late to the game. It surprised me how many of my queer friends have read Stone Butch Blues, knew of its existence, and yet until I came across it in someone’s bookshelf, it was never...