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.
I’m Finally Taking Up Space In My Own Place
On putting the safe decorations in the closet and letting my home reach its full gay potential. On taking up space in my own space.
Here’s What I Learned By Choosing to Step Away from Productivity For a Whole Day
I did nothing “productive” for a whole day: no email, no phone calls, no work, no cleaning, nothing that fuels my inherent Capricorn desire to win at Capitalism. Here’s what happened.
Trans Fiction, Trans Imagination: I Will Answer Your Questions, If You Listen Closely
You want to know where you came from, is that it? Do not be embarrassed. Nature did not see motherhood in me, either.
The 5 Stages of Choosing Myself During A Pandemic
If you keep pumping your arms, your legs will know what to do even when the world is crumbling around you.
What Long COVID Taught Me About Mutual Aid
The same things I need in order to manage my Long COVID are the things we all need for the future we are creating: mutual aid, seasons of receiving along with our seasons of giving, self-care that is directly connected to community care, less work, body trust and disability justice.
Building An Altar to Honor Pulse on Its Fifth Anniversary
“Building ofrendas unite the living and the dead; they give space for our stories to be held. I light candles and kneel before them to say prayers because doing so reminds me, even when I’m my most lost – I’m never alone in this world.”