A Prairie Homo Companion: To Be More Like A Dog

Your dog doesn’t care that you’re an anti-social drunk bookworm.

First Person

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.

First Person

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.

First Person

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.

First Person

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…”

First Person Issues

Clicks on a Keyboard: Dungeons, Dragons, and Trans-Feminism

This begins with me already being a feminist, but ends with me making peace with being a woman.

First Person Gender

Butch Please: Butch Gets Dressed

I want to talk about shape-shifting, and clothing, and being a butch who wears things, because so much of butchness is tied up in the things we put on our body.

First Person

A Prairie Homo Companion: How Being A (Very) Mixed-Race Canadian Prairie Weirdo Complicates “POC” For Me

This is my unique perspective on being a half-black, half-white human who sometimes feels uncomfortable using the term Person of Colour to refer to myself.

First Person

Race, Class and White People’s Beach Houses: On Talking to Privileged People About Privilege

“The observation of white people actually grappling with ideas of class amongst each other empowers me, but it empowers me even more when I know they’re having the same conversation even when I’m NOT in the room.”

Coming Out First Person Gender

How Finding My Korean Mother Gave Me the Courage to Transition

“I am an adoptee,” I explained through my tears. “I need to find my parents. I have waited all my life for this moment. I’m supposed to leave tomorrow, but I can’t go without knowing my family is fine. Please help me!”

First Person

A Prairie Homo Companion: Prairie Homo Brain Freeze

Sometimes a prairie homo has nothing to write, so she writes about it.

First Person Issues

Trans and Schizophrenic: When Diagnosis Impacts Transition

If he had read my medical records he would have known that my first psychotic break was exacerbated by my fear that I would never be recognized as a woman.

First Person

I Am Jack’s Preoccupation With Mortality

“You’re marching gallantly to your grave Laneia. We all are. We’re all spinning spinning spinning just grazing fingertips on things in hopes we’ll leave a mark. Anyway you should stop opening your mouth so wide when you brush your teeth. Keep those wrinkles down.”

First Person Issues

Do Not Consume Psilocybin Mushrooms While Trans*

“This is about the first time I ever did mushrooms, and it’s about how being trans* affects everything, even bullshit bourgeoise attempts at pharmacological liberation.”

First Person

A Prairie Homo Companion: 50 Things I’ll Miss if I Leave the Prairies

In anticipation of my future homesickness, I’ve compiled a list of 50 things (in no particular order) I’ll miss should I leave the prairies.

First Person Issues

Fat, Trans and (Working on Being) Fine With It

“Not only do I have to deal with the crippling dysphoria that comes from having a body that I often don’t even recognize as my own, I also have to deal with the cultural misogyny that tells me that a woman can’t be as big and fat as I am and still be desirable.”

First Person

A Prairie Homo Companion: Prairie Homo Spring

This spring, as you shed all the layers of winter, it’s important to love your prairie homo skin and not feel bad about its colour, its stretch marks, or whom or what it responds to.