When I attend masked events in my city, I feel a little more at ease than usual. Even when precautions aren’t “perfect,” I feel safer in a space with people who are willing to be a little bit uncomfortable to protect each other from the spread of illness. The part of...
Breadboard — made of plastic foam and metal. A clean empty slate with a fixed number of holes. You can plug things in as you wish and construct a circuit. When you are finished, you can pluck all of them away and reuse the breadboard for another test. The first time I...
Since before I was born, my body has been rejected. I didn’t have to declare a trans identity to face judgement. I didn’t have to do, nor say, anything; merely be in the process of coming into existence. Not only was I going to be born physically disabled in my bones,...
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...
