Anyone who read my blog in the 2000’s knows about my misogynistic phase. Today, I sometimes see young transfemmes talk similarly.
Anyone who read my blog in the 2000’s knows about my misogynistic phase. Today, I sometimes see young transfemmes talk similarly.
My Grandma was the last person on earth I hadn’t come out to, so I wrote her a letter for her 100th birthday.
Dad, I’ve written several articles to you, previously anonymized to blunt any hurt they may cause, but I doubt you’ve read them.
For the last few months, I’ve been worrying about and preparing for the U.S. implementing Project 2025 and how they might make me disappear.
My parents read The New York Times regularly, so I want to reassure myself that they aren’t absorbing the editorial content there.
I recently executed the landing page for our Black Lives Matter support campaign, and I was proud to be able to do so. That said, I have concerns.
After years following the 24 hour news cycle in a constant effort to stay as informed as possible, 2020 finally burned me out.
When I have a down-to-earth discussion about homophobia with someone I respect, it’s hard for them to identify why they hate gay people.
What does it mean to be manly in 2014? How do I measure up? What’s the rationale behind stuff we call “manly” or masculine?