A little boy runs. He jumps into mud puddles, catches frogs, climbs trees. He plays outdoors ‘til mom calls him to come in for dinner. His brothers, mom, dad all sit at the table. “Let’s say grace.” Growing up in the South and out in the country, I felt a lot of joy, happiness and safety. No worries, no cares; ...
Artwork by Grey Zuniga On the cold tile of the singular gender neutral bathroom is where I feel safest. In the luxurious lawn chairs sprinkled throughout campus, sitting alone with the hum of the freeway and the chirping of birds I feel… safe. At least until I feel the confused eyes of peers burning into the back of my ...
*This blog contains sensitive material. "You’re not a girl, you’re just an imitation of one." Seems like today’s going to be a dysphoria day. And that thing between your legs is proof. And on the way to Italian food too, it does not know when to quit. Then the Mulan classic, “Reflection,” starts playing in my head for the ...
Sometimes, I forget my transness. I forget the world has made me feel small so many times. I forget how many nights I ran away from myself. Now I come home and rest in the safety I craved. I did not know the language, but I knew the feeling of separating my mind from my body. Growing up as ...
When I was in middle school, I never really felt seen or understood for who I was. I can remember — to this day — constantly reciting to myself, as if it were a prayer: “Things will be different in high school.” Spoiler: They were not. When I finally started high school, I felt confident in my fluid expression of ...
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