Once upon a time, there was a little boy named ****. Or there could have been a little boy named ****, but his mothers didn’t know how to hold each other.

This little boy’s mothers loved each other very much, from a part of the heart so deep inside that…

If you’re invested in dictionary definitions, the gender binary and a social order regulated by violence, this isn’t for you.

Last weekend, a very famous author posted a tweet in support of a woman who’d lost a court case in which she attempted to get legal backing for her transmisogyny…

2009

In my first year of university, I was generally naked or close to it in my dorm room, even though the windows didn’t have any curtains. My building was on a slight rise so no one outside could see in, and my roommates were almost always away. Mostly, I spent…

So.

In the fight to reclaim my body

To redraw boundaries blithely bounded over

(a body is a body, but a body can be burgled,

broken

and entered

by men who pass by mirrors and have no reflection

men who piss on the world and call it rain

men who…

Tina Houngbo is a pleasant, mild-mannered mother of five children. Laughing self-consciously, she says she isn’t quite sure how old she is because none of her mother’s children were registered at birth or went to school. …

I wrote this piece around this time two years ago. I come back to it — usually unintentionally — about twice a year, and it always feels like a long hug from me to me. I hope it feels at least a little bit like that for you too. The…

“I‘m really just a good girl flirting with the dark side.

I like how you shock me, how the undertones in your voice stir me, how laughing at what you say feels like I’m letting you touch me in ways that would first worry, then thrill me…

I like how…