Baby Steps #1: How We Got Gay Pregnant
My wife and I are having a baby and this is the first edition of Baby Steps, a column about the gestation and eventual birth of this human child who I think is going to be pretty tall!
My wife and I are having a baby and this is the first edition of Baby Steps, a column about the gestation and eventual birth of this human child who I think is going to be pretty tall!
The answers to which might tell you you shouldn’t go at all.
My wife, novelist Kristen Arnett, hasn’t had any real contact with her parents for about eight years.
It was settled as early as August: Britt would be Chappell, and I would be a literal passenger seat.
From the same twisted, gorgeous mind who brought you Spirit Halloween Animatronics, Ranked By Lesbianism.
Before transitioning I would describe my costume choices as a decades-long performance art exploration of masculinity.
Why have Victorian homes become the default ‘haunted house’? Well it’s time to get your ass out of one to uncover your Halloweeny destiny.
Like many homosexuals, I enjoy dressing up. Is there a theme? Terrific! Costumes, wigs? The freakier the better.
I’m not a doctor or a scientist. What I am is a trans man whose own transition experiences have made me curious about how it all works.
Sapphic vampires, perhaps? Trans body horror? Or maybe a queer zombie romp is more your style.
“Suddenly I was pregnant. And then I was a dropout. And then I was a single mother. I had no money or resources outside of my deeply evangelical family, the same people who’d taken me to picket outside of abortion clinics when I was six years old.”
Some of these trans advisors, coaches, and planners operate outside the system, identifying as anti-capitalist and advocating for integrating social justice values into investing. Some exist inside bigger, more established firms working from the inside out.
We rarely hear about how healing can be an iterative and potentially complicated process.
For over a year, I swore shots were too scary for me. Now, three months into them, I only wish I’d started sooner.
Fat people have long been stigmatized and harshly judged as not “doing enough” to take care of themselves, disregarding the impact of socioeconomic factors on people’s access to healthy food or even having time to exercise. Now, when all that can be fixed with just a simple drug, we’ll be judged for not taking it, disregarding the socioeconomic reality that not all of us can afford it.
The healthcare system has a longstanding reputation for mistreating queer people, and self-diagnosis can provide agency even with its shortcomings.
I hope the lesson from this journey is to advocate for yourself to access the testing, results, treatments, therapy, and providers that you need and deserve.
Tig Notaro recently discussed what it was like to come out to her eight-year-old sons. Hearing Tig’s words made me think about my own kid.
What I’ve found to be near-universally helpful is talking to people about it.
Every small act of kindness to ourselves and others is a crack against the foundations of rape culture.