The Need for Trans Girl Trash
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?
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.
This year feels like the first of many years where I begin to truly incorporate my partner’s cultural traditions into our family.
Building power across the lines of cis and trans teaches me that there are many people who will fight alongside trans people to win a better world.
It was a simple post. So simple and, in the grand scheme of it all, not super meaningful, and yet, I teared up.
The problem of having to have a body in the world again.
I don’t like to think about the endings, which is probably why I’m always haunted, always clinging to things that return even when I should pretend I do not see them.
But there are still days when I feel like I’m bad at it.
Is a soft butch a soft butch if she can barely hold even herself together? Is a soft butch a soft butch without her swagger?
Giving up caffeinated soda was one of the hardest parts of being pregnant.
I used to love grocery shopping after my divorce. I would buy things that only I liked.
(Stop writing about the Coke when what you’re really trying to write about is the end of a friendship and then another and then another.)
This is not a cautionary tale or a poignant anecdote about finding myself amid waves of imposter syndrome
There are so many good songs about drinking but none about seltzer, have you noticed that?
Every punk party — whether it was in Ft. Lauderdale or Lake Worth or North Miami — had the exact same drink options. Either you were drinking Mickey’s or you were doing shots of Jack Daniels.
Where once my sexuality flourished in the spaces of the unknown, it is now content to be still.