Writing about life as a trans woman in the US, and the memories of what I’ve lost because of it…if you like it, help me out at GoFundMe.com/FireflyDreams.
Yeah, I remember 9/11. I remember my mom hitting the redial button every two minutes for hours after I got…
“I’ll do whatever it takes to see you again.”
We were standing in the back of the largest room of Recruit Memorial Chapel at RTC Great Lakes when I told her that, looking up at her with her hands in mine, just after the Catholic service had ended. I’d been raised and…
June 24: I woke up a little after 9am, still hungover as hell from the previous night’s festivities…I’d thrown the half of a fifth of vodka that I had left from the last time I bought alcohol into the 36ish ounces of Gatorade that I had laying around, gone to a…
Heya.* It’s me, the person you dated for six months and then tossed aside right after I moved in with you, after all the promises you made about helping me to get back on my feet and all the talk of moving to Milwaukee or maybe California…considering who my father (and Prime…
My cultural heritage, such as it is, is Mostly Irish. My mom’s family was nearly full-blooded (the parts I’ve been able to trace come from County Clare), my dad’s was a mixed bag that was actually more German than anything (however, my Great-Grandma Thorp — the matriarch of the clan, as her…