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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 ...

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 ...