I’ve started to get “misgendered” at the airport again. I put “misgendered” in quotes, because I’m not entirely sure how I want to be gendered (by strangers) anymore. The TSA agent called me “ma’am” before I removed my mask for facial ID, and “sir” afterward. I...
I’m tired of shutting people out. I’m tired of cutting people off. I’m tired of ghosting people. I’m tired of people ghosting me. I want relationships where we work through the hard stuff. Where we are committed to each other even when we fuck up and say hurtful...
I come from a house of notes. Not structured sentences with eloquent endings, but monosyllabic requests and replies. Need ride to work. Okay. Do dishes. Yes. Grunts on paper and averted eyes in the halls. We lived as strangers, ignoring the blood that deemed us...
While at the Creating Change conference this year, I attended a day-long workshop on sexual liberation, facilitated by Ignacio Riviera and Aredvi Azad. The presenters talked about the idea of “sexual harm” as an addition to our conversations about sexual violence....
Quiet moments with food sizzling on the stove. Reading a book to learn carpentry. Tailoring clothes. This is how I spend most of my time while playing Project Zomboid, a post-apocalyptic survival game, whenever I’m not frantically fighting off the mob. Unless I’m...
