The Incredibly True Story Of How Cissexism Made My Same-Sex Marriage Legal
Thanks to a simple governmental regulation, my wife and I were able to exploit a legal loophole and obtain a federally recognized marriage.
Butch Please: Butch on the Streets
There is something strange about the street harassment I receive as a butch in that it is often terrifying and extremely triggering, but something about it makes me feel justified. I am glad these men see me as a threat.
A Prairie Homo Does New York: Gratitude
Who was I to even want these things that I wanted? Who was I to ask for them? I was open, naked: This is me. This is what I want. I need your help.
Butch Please: Butch in the Airport
Sometimes I am proud as a stone of my genderqueer identity. But sometimes I miss womanhood with a fierce hot ache that feels an awful lot like missing my mother, or my grandmother, or my ability to sit at their table for family meals.
A Prairie Homo Does New York: Race and the Subway
New York has histories and politics etched deep into the subway lines it could take me a lifetime to study; so I start by studying the woman seated across from me.
Fifty Shades of White
Having the blessing – or curse – of lighter skin is a double edged sword. I never gave much thought to the idea that society needs positive cultural images of minorities until I came to embrace my Hispanic heritage and come out of the closet.
Butch Please: Butch Goes Camping
Camp is family, after all.
Choose Your Character: I’m Peach, Not Mario
“I did extremely well in any video games with dating elements, like Persona 4, but virtual dating and real dating are two very different things. I could master playing as someone else, but as the old cliché of dating advice often goes, I needed to be myself.”
Butch Please: A Letter to Baby Butches
I have every faith in you, baby butch. I know you will be careful with this word and its legacy. It looks like a badge but it feels like a battleaxe, and I need you to know that it’s five times as difficult to earn and ten million times more dangerous.
Identity Theft: A Trans* Intersex Woman On Traumas and Surgery
“It’s unfortunate, unfair and illogical that intersex people get assigned a gender and a sex and are expected to either stick with them or fix someone else’s mistake with expensive, risky surgery on their genitals.”
A Prairie Homo Companion: Wanderlust and Lessons Learned
I like to think all of this travelling has taught me a few things, or else what would be the point? Here’s a list of 10 things I’ve learned as a prairie homo in the great wide world.
I’m A Trans Woman And I’m Not Interested In Being One of the “Good Ones”
If you present in a traditionally feminine way, you’re just being a misogynistic parody of a woman, and if you fail to present in a traditionally feminine way, well ha! There’s the proof that you’re not really a woman right there.
I Had Facial Feminization Surgery
“I paid a dude to knock me unconscious, peel back my face, and cut out chunks of my skull and jaw.”
Transitioning While Genderqueer (Despite the Standards of Care)
“It would have been nice to share my entire truth with her, but because of the Standards of Care, I didn’t; I feared my story would be seen as diverging from the typical trans* narrative too much.”
Butch Please: Butch and Boundaries
Why is it that time and time again, people act like they can’t make me uncomfortable? That as a butch — as well as a queer person, a top, someone who likes to flirt and be sexual just like most human beings — it’s impossible to sexually harass me?
A Prairie Homo Companion: To Be More Like A Dog
Your dog doesn’t care that you’re an anti-social drunk bookworm.
Butch Please: Butch in the Bathroom
She looked me up and down, shook her head like she was clearing her ears, and then turned to check the sign on the door. Ah, I thought.
A Prairie Homo Companion: Weather Watch Gender Presentation Fashion Crisis
I like to think my gender identity changes with the seasons. In the winter I can channel my great Canadian butch, and in the summer I can femme-it-up.
I Don’t Have An Expiration Date and Neither Do You: How I Learned to Have the Best Day Ever
Though I lived my life truly believing I had an expiration date, I made the decision that I deserved one last day that would be the best day of my life. I figured I owed it to myself.
Butch Please: Butch With A Side Of Misogyny
“It’s easy for us to say that we don’t participate in the patriarchy because we are women, or because we have been women, that we have known what it’s like to be objectified, oppressed, fetishized. The thing is that we queers can perpetuate rape culture just as much as the next frat boy…”