what did I do this week?
I felt that I was playing favorites and hurting books’ feelings and my thought process got stuck there for a while.
I felt that I was playing favorites and hurting books’ feelings and my thought process got stuck there for a while.
I want to remember my trans siblings today, but instead I have to witness from afar the same thing that always happens to us: violence, death, hatred.
I’m not any binary of any kind; my gender is myself, which doesn’t — for me — need a word or phrase to describe it. It’s enough that I know that it’s my truth.
I have had a whole year to be forty-three, and I think it mostly went well. Forty-four is a weird number and I am looking at it with squinty suspicious eyes.
I want accountability. I want change. I want rainbows that remind us to smile and recall how much we love each other, not rainbows that are held up in defiance ...
We are always grieving someone else, angry at another loss, raging at the injustice that the most vulnerable of us are always facing.