Walking With My Grief
My grief says, listen: you know how to take care of yourself.
The Trans Body as a Work of Art
Burlesque is my loving manifestation of what all my ancestors deserved—not simply tolerance, but unbridled celebration.
On Grandmothers and Malai Curry as Thick as My Missing
In New York, I make malai curry with everything but prawns.
Eating Breakfast With My Grief
I decided to start sitting with my grief because why not. It’s not like I think this will help, but it’s something to do.
Caesar Salad: Anamnesis
Here’s what I remember: a wooden bowl. My father’s silver hair under the spotlit kitchen island. Hands busy mashing yolk and rind; the squeeze of a tube of anchovy paste, the clinks of spoon to jarred garlic.
50 Questions I Asked Siri When My iPhone Was Joyriding Alone in an Uber All Day
“Siri, can you please lock me out of Twitter?”
I Spent the Summer Screaming in My Car, What About You?
When the sound of a scream leaves my throat, it is a choice. I am never accidentally screaming. I scream in the car and it is on purpose.
Hot Cheetos: A Chorus
Even years after we graduated high school or left our hometown or eschewed processed snack foods, we couldn’t deny the evidence of our former appetites, each of our fingers a flapping red flag.
Welcome To The Dinner Party
I’m hungry to throw a dinner party. For now, there’s this. DINNER PARTY—a series of micro essays on food.
Change Is Magic: On Cooking and Bodies
Science fiction taught me that any sufficiently advanced science is indistinguishable from magic. In the kitchen, my girlfriend is a witch.
My Body Is Revived, My Body Is A Lighthouse
How do we find dignity in our bodies after it has been taken from us by an abusive partner?
Writing Myself into the Erotic
When I tell people that I wrote myself a sexual body, I don’t know if they believe me. But our bodies are stories as much as they’re anything else.
Tarot, Sex, & Hoodoo: A Black Girl’s Guide to the Underworld
An exploration of summer, desire, and the senses through the lens of tarot and trans womanhood.
The Night I Learned to Be In My Trans Body
My summer hookup with a rich businesswoman in Japan gave me something more valuable than even the room service wagyu steak.
Why Discovering Your Trans Identity As A Disabled Person Can Be So Confusing
Society painted me as a burden, and undeserving of autonomy. I have taken that paintbrush and created a beautiful life where being disabled isn’t a bad thing.
When Thin is a Trans Requirement
Body fat is central to how we perceive gender. So what does that mean if you’re a trans person?
My Gender is Maximalism
As these queer and trans bodies took up space on my walls, my queer and trans body felt free to take up space in the home itself.
Making Accessibility Part of My Home
Because the thing is, of course, that my feelings about all the accessibility stuff aren’t really about the stuff at all; my feelings are about the disabilities themselves.
Somebody Loves You Baby: When Patti LaBelle Taught Me Black Femme Desire
After the song’s gentle teasing passes, Patti exclaims, “it’s me,” the somebody who loves you. I think of the women I have loved, despite the ways we have hurt each other.
My Pinned Tweet Is Solid Proof That Queer Time Travel Exists
There’s a reason it has been my pinned tweet since 2016 — It’s my origin story.