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I remember... I remember being corralled into segregated bathroom lines in preschool. Instinctively, my brain said "Why am I with the girls? I shouldn't be in this line, I should be with the boys." I remember being pulled out of ...

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 ...

*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 ...

I am not a girl. It took me years to realize and come to terms with it, but I am not. No way around it. No technicalities. I am not a girl, and I never was. But I didn’t ...