Notes on the in-between and the indefinite.
No one prepares you for the exhaustion of being queer and closeted at work. There’s the waking up early, the hell commute, the bus that doesn’t arrive, the rude coworkers, the overbearing boss, and a host of other things to worry about. Then there’s the constant misgendering, the wince of hearing girl and she and… Read more
I was 10 years old when I approached my mother with the question, “Mom, can I start shaving my legs?” I have a very vivid memory of going to school that year, only in fourth grade, and sitting on the carpet with my hairy legs folded criss-cross. I looked around me, and as far as… Read more
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