Just Waiting To Be Found
For my entire childhood, I spent every summer in the Appalachian Mountains.
For my entire childhood, I spent every summer in the Appalachian Mountains.
I’m not alone in my obsession with finding themes of gender oppression and transformation in their raw, high-wire, indie-rock lyrics about tragedy, monstrosity, drugs, and sickness.
One of the things about not having spent significant time being single is that my friends have often been tangled up with partners.
A big reason for my move was the fact that I’m immune compromised. Instagram’s creepy algorithm delivered me an image, “moving won’t solve your problems, you’ll just be sad in a prettier place.”
The first time I told you I was queer. You didn’t speak to me for 24 hours.
As my community transforms, I’ve developed a curiosity on how to transmute isolation into connection.
The leftover swirls of emotion from the sheer queerness of the event, of the attendees, of the joy, are still sustaining me, even as Pride month comes to a close.
I have not given up on Florida, even if for now it is best we spend time apart.
This snapshot sits on a shelf in the back of my mind. I keep it in an album called “euphoria.” It includes moments – me in my first bowtie at my college graduation, me on my wedding day, me in the mountains with my first jean jacket. In each, I am myself.
I will never stop trying to tell our stories.
What’s transness if not a long lesson in choosing which beautiful things are meant for you?
When I got sober, I also thought I would be saving so much money. What happened instead is that I found different ways to spend my money.
Erasing decades of religious trauma doesn’t happen overnight.
This is what we don’t talk about when we (don’t) talk about menopause…and masturbation.
If media that’s traditionally targeted at women, whether they are queer or not, isn’t making a space for the girls like me, then where exactly are we expected to look for entertainment that keeps us in mind?
“We do not have to do anything more to be worthy; we are worthy just because we are.”
Being a lipstick girlie doesn’t leave you; sometimes, it just has to evolve.
I have started and stopped writing this so many times.
I think this is always who I’ve been, and the other words were the ones I was trying on to see if they fit.
Trying to get sober was like pulling teeth.