Like many Americans, I grew up in a small town. My hometown is a suburb in Massachusetts, about 45 minutes outside of Boston, famous for pretty much nothing. Even though it was so close to one of the biggest cities in America, growing up there made you feel infinitesimal. I lived, alternately, next to a run-down old church, … More My Hometown

Hey, I’m sure you will never read this. It’s been a while since we last talked and I think we have both to some extent moved on with our lives since the breakup. And I’m sure you have no interest whatsoever in revisiting memories of the past, of reopening old wounds. I don’t blame you. I … More An Open Letter To The Girl I Thought I Would Marry Someday, Before I Came Out As Trans

CW: Trans murder. Tamara Dominguez was a 36-year-old woman who moved from Veracruz, Mexico to Kansas City, MO about 7 years ago to start a new life. She was taking college courses to become a nurse and lived with her boyfriend of one year in a small apartment downtown. They were to get married soon. … More Dark Times

“I’d give this world  Just to dream a dream with you  On our bed of California stars” Wilco – “California Stars” I was always into stargazing. When I was a child, I’d spend countless summer nights sneaking out of my cottage in suburban Massachusetts, lying on the cool, wet grass, and staring out into the vast … More Stargazing

I remember the first time I got catcalled presenting female. I was in San Francisco, walking down Mission Street, passing a couple boutiques on my way to the bus stop. I was wearing my favorite black skirt and leggings, shooting the shit with a friend. And then a loud, booming voice came from god knows … More My Angry Feminist Rant (Part 1)

I walked into the pub last night. It was a calm, cool night, with a little breeze filling the air and getting rid of some of the humidity from the insane Florida summer rainfall. The bar was dimly lit with little Christmas lights all around, some melancholy country song blaring on the stereo. I saw … More Anxiety

I don’t have a religion. I was raised pretty religiously: my parents sent me to Catholic school for my entire adolescence, and then we went to Church and Sunday school every week. For much of my childhood, I tried desperately to believe, to take Communion and confess to the priest, and to try to put my … More My Belief in the Absurd

It’s been a really crappy week for me. It started with a visit to the ER and continued with this insane flood that took over every major street in my town and almost wrecked my car. I think I need a pick me up, and right now there’s not much available. So I decided to … More 11 Things That Put A Smile On My Face, No Matter What

I’m not living I’m just killing time… Radiohead, “True Love Waits” Like a whopping one in four people worldwide, I suffer from a mental disorder. I had the misfortune of having a traumatic childhood, long-ingrained gender dysphoria, and some off-kilter brain chemistry combine into a cocktail of fucked up-edness that has plagued me for my entire adult life. … More Depression Sucks.

Not too long ago, I went out to a karaoke bar with my friends. I was going totally femme, and for the most part we had a blast. We had some beers, did a lot of dancing, and I got up to sing one of my favorite karaoke tracks (a Lady Gaga song, what else?!) The … More Bravery