Monthly Archives: September 2018

The Land Mine of Body Dysphoria

Body dysphoria, like gender dysphoria, is a weird thing. There are days, weeks, months even that pass by without me noticing it. I move through the world and just am. I might have passing thoughts of, ‘I should lose weight,’ … Continue reading

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We Are Not Men

The patriarchal, misogynistic evil on display by the Republican party in rushing to confirm a credibly accused rapist to the Supreme Court is so foul, it will require decades of work to eradicate and root out of every dark nook … Continue reading

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I Believe Dr. Ford

I believe Dr. Christine Blasey Ford. I watched much of today’s Supreme Court hearings and it was an emotional experience that also left me physically shook. Throughout my life I have heard stories from other women about their experiences and … Continue reading

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An Unexpected Surgery Fund Addition

When my mom died, I was deadnamed and misgendered a bunch. It was added hurt at a painful time. I had a further reminder of that experience as I was misgendered four times by three people in the space of … Continue reading

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My Friend, Loneliness

Loneliness is a new companion on my journey. When the still air suffocates me in silence I recall its foul cousin, isolation, the whispering sadist and apex of an invisible ménage à trios I felt when coupled but not whole, … Continue reading

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The Empress’s New Clothes

I am a mirrored mosaic made of shiny and jagged edges, all narrow slivers of myself glued to my body after shattering who I used to be. I no longer reflect toward myself but away. Multitudes see what they see … Continue reading

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The Hungers of the Flesh

My flesh, greedy for touch, threatens to swallow itself in hunger. I imagine myself an ouroboros, ring-like and unbroken instead of the scattered drops of quicksilver I am, with only surface tension to hold my pieces together and being ever-fearful … Continue reading

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