There is something about green on blue that feeds me. Something about leaves filling the sky like stars. And there is something about stars. There is something about open space that gives me space to breathe, that makes the trauma as small as a seashell or a fern,...
We tell a story about domestic violence in our culture. Each time we tell it, we give it more life, build with it a reality, until we cannot imagine a version of intimate partner violence outside of it. The story goes like this: a heterosexual cisgender woman is in a...
This blog post is part of a series of posts on trans survivors’ experiences of the pandemic. Walter (he/him) is a white, transmasculine survivor and theatre artist who lives in Saint Paul, MN. Please describe your context and how you’ve coped with the pandemic. ...
Defining Shame A possibly shameful confession: I chose to write a blog post about shame because I wanted to understand it and have an excuse to explore it fully. Like a distant lover, I know it well but don’t feel like I understand it at all. Yet when I searched for...
This blog post is part of a series of posts on trans survivors’ experiences of the pandemic. Ruby (she/they) is an agender survivor with a penchant for dissociation and playing music. They used to be a writer, and work with homeless adults in the U.S. Please describe...
