“And I Do Mean All My Life”: A Trans* Coming Out Letter
For anyone who’s ever wanted to say it in a letter.
Unwritten On The Body
As with the meaning of written text, our bodies float somewhere between the author (ourselves) and the reader (those we encounter).
Rebel Yell: This Voice Isn’t Gendered, It’s Punk
“The questionnaire doesn’t ask: “How do you feel your voice fits your role as an artist?,” but for me, it’s an unavoidable question.”
“You’re So… You!”
“Our commitment was never in question. I just hadn’t faced the possibility that I could be, not someone’s boyfriend, but their girlfriend. That was the part I had to think about.”
Butch Please: Where Do We Go From Here
The most important question I can ask is what do you want from Butch Please? What do you want to see in this space?
A Prairie Homo Companion: Prairie Homo Racisms
Since I easily dismissed the strange looks people gave my white mom and her three brown-skinned little kids and the questions about where I was from as just ignorant things people said, I grew up not very aware of racism and micro-aggressions. I didn’t think of myself as black or as white.
Claudia Is Intersex, Let’s Talk About It
Hey there, Autostraddlers. I’m Claudia, and I’m intersex.
On Sobriety, Recovery and the Art of Not Dating
“My sobriety buddies warned me that if I violated the ban on dating before I was ready, I might be pushed into a relapse. Instead, I’ve just been pushed into never wanting to date again.”
Dust to Dark: The Colors of My Craziness
“It’s on my twenty-fourth birthday that I realize something is wrong. I wake up crying and I don’t stop.”
Butch Please: Butch Swoons
If you’ve read this column, you’ve probably come to understand that I have a bit of an obsession with the written word. I find that self-expression through language is very powerful stuff, and in the right hands, it can be positively erotic.
Like Love Was A Thing I Could Do
“Isn’t this what Valentine’s Day had always been to me? A pageant? An opportunity to try on the idea of being in love, being traditional, being a couple you could fit into a envelope.”
Ten Things I Wish I’d Known When I Started My Transition
Ten lessons I wish I’d known when I started hormones in February 2011, and why I’m taking an indefinite break from the internet.
Butch Please: Anxious Little Butch
Anxiety on a butch is no different than anxiety on anyone else, but somehow I feel an immense shame as a result of the two’s interactions.
Westward Homo: Dog Is My Co-Pilot
Carly and Robin meander through the Great American West! “Look, I know you think you live here, but we don’t. You probably think we live nowhere, and in a way, that’s true.”
Questioning “Queer” Across Generations
“As a queer who spends a lot of time with other queers, rallying around our queerness, am I isolating those who have a more troubled history with the word?”
Westward Homo! The Road to Columbus and St Louis (and Intern Grace!)
“We kidnapped Intern Grace on our first snowy evening and took her to the Red Roof Inn where we forced her to eat pizza and watch the 30 Rock finale with us.”
Butch Please: A Butch By Any Other Name
“There are so many terms for what I am – genderqueer, genderfluid, agender, pangender, neutrois – but none of them feel quite right. So Kade takes the place of that descriptor, and Kade feels right.”
A Prairie Homo Companion: Prairie Homo Catholic Contradictions
“I took a long bus ride to the “good” school where I could learn how to speak French and be Catholic, where the girls, instead of pretending to be dragons from Harry Potter, gossiped about which Backstreet Boy they’d eventually marry.”
Westward Homo! In Which We Pack It In, Load It Up, Party Down and Get Out Of Town
In the first of a series charting newlyweds Robin & Carly’s move from NYC to California, the ladies find a new place, pack and ponder leaving their world behind for a big bright temperate tomorrow!
Butch Please: Butch and Her Boys
An open letter to all the male icons I have consciously (or subconsciously) based my butchness upon over the years.