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...
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...
