(It’s about time we get our own.)

I often feel that trans people have always been told we will never be enough — by our family, our world, and, most importantly, ourselves.

and How it Affects Today’s Queer Community

When we try to compartmentalize identities to a miniscule level, things get out of hand and become unintentionally harmful. Singular identities such as “gay” or…

When my parents were still married we went to baseball games every few years, up to Wrigley Field in Chicago. My first memory of these trips was my sister puking chocolate milk onto my blankie in the car. My last memory was when I was twelve, insistent on wearing a beanie over my…

How a set of spoons encompasses my entire childhood.

My mother has owned the same set of silverware my entire life. At our tiny old house there was a drawer beside the sink, or perhaps across from the sink, which held a plastic sorting tray. The compartments were loosely shaped like…

Girl to boy. Boy to girl. Boy to man.