Tag Archives: LGBTQ

life events

life events

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You and I both know as transgender people that we are resourceful. These people are banning us from going to the bathroom, and yet we still survive! If we’re banned from going to the bathroom and endure, you and I can bear a hotel with a canine.more

An Earth Citizen Named James

An Earth Citizen Named James

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It isn’t about feeding lasers to all those invading aliens, dishing out smith-forged steel to those marauding goblins. It’s about being the woman behind the smoking barrel; the female that grips the rawhide hilt. When she puts down the laser pistol, the gleaming, blood-soaked blade, the adventure persists. The adventure is being the new me—her.more

What Men Doo

What Men Doo

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Maybe I was a little maníaco because I only thought about sex during our all-male camping trips in Puerto Peñasco every Easter vacation, beginning when I was twelve. Dad would load up his white work van with a bevy of motorcycles and minibikes and enough food, beer, and soda to last a bunch of fathers and sons an entire week.more

Rejoice, We Conquer

Rejoice, We Conquer

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For the briefest moment, absolute fear welled up in António and threatened to engulf him.more

Dor

Dor

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In Romania they had a word for this feeling of not quite belonging and feeling nostalgic for something maybe you ain’t really experienced and this great longing feeling—dor. We don’t have a word for that here in the Deep South. It’s just a lifestyle here.more

Did You Never See Dallas

Did You Never See Dallas

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Two tales about trying to correct the past.more

Legacy

Legacy

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I rotated my hips outward, pretending to be a dancer, and did a sloppy arabesque, showing my striped underwear to the mirror. I held myself there, distorted and wobbly, and noted how far my body could bend on its own. I stared and stared, and, like saying a word so many times it no longer sounds like a word, I became less and less human to myself.more

Real Fun

Real Fun

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William didn’t need keys to successfully steal his mother’s navy blue Camaro. He knew how to hotwire it in ten seconds flat and lived for the jolt of electricity that shot through his body every time the engine roared without a fuss.more