As told by a nonbinary kid. — As a young nonbinary adult who’s been out of the closet for more than a year, I’m comfortable with who I am, and my mom is as well. I came out slowly over time, first mentioning that I was considering changing my name and then suggesting that I was starting…

Because everyone could stand to learn a thing or two. — So…bottom growth. That’s a thing. It’s one of the earliest changes for individuals assigned female at birth who begin taking T. And it’s an absolutely wild ride. A rollercoaster ride that isn’t adequately talked about before most people enter the theme park, so I’m happy to share my two cents. …

short fiction — Here’s what I know for sure: it was an accident. I left class sobbing, as one is wont to do after being publicly, soullessly outed by his P.E. teacher. I changed out of my cobalt blue gym shorts and my white t-shirt that both had ‘Shaun T.’ printed on them…

names. — the short answer is no, but you came here to read a poem, so read on. the name dropped off the face of the earth two years, seven months, and twenty four days ago. the name landed somewhere i couldn’t see. maybe it was right behind me. my mom saw…

Processing: we didn’t know what else to say. — Acrid steps off the plane expecting to see our mom. Our approach to staying alive has always been collaborative. We rub our sweaty palms together and watch the tarmac slowly empty out. Other kids run into the arms of their moms, rekindle relationships lost for months at a time, nuzzle…

A letter to a year from now. — Ya know, I wasn’t expecting this. When I began college in the fall of 2019, I attended my university’s matriculation, as is customary. I sat there on the quad in my flowy white jumpsuit with my frosted tips pixie cut and my newfound friend group, and listened to then-president Dalit*…

I found this trans kid who looks up to me — Iam not the wisest trans person ever, by any means. I consider myself to be… decently wise as a trans person. I’m wise enough to write these blog posts and get my words in some high places like PsychToday and U.S. …

As much as I tried not to let on — to hide it, I knew this was coming. How could I not? — Content warning: Mention of hate crimes, racial slurs, sexual assault, colorism, and death. If something happens to me… I love you. With all my heart. I’m saying it now and always. I love you, and I’m sorry I won’t be there to say it louder than my voice can carry…

I don’t know how to tell you that I hate it here. — Mom, let me start by saying that I love you. You know that. I don’t ever want you to doubt that. But I don’t know where else to turn to besides putting my thoughts onto this page. Let me say the hard part first, and then I can provide some…