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An Examined Life
JOURNAL
Once upon a time you were here.
You Will Not Survive
You will not survive authoritarianism because you don’t know how to do your laundry by hand.
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Trans and Intersex People Are Not Going Back
Whenever I see the term “In the context of the rising Christofascist ideology in this country,” I think to myself about the many nights I spent in my boyhood with my pals sneaking out into the back roads, watching those tall pine crosses lighting up the clear night sky; ghosts dancing amongst the flames.
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Two-Spirit: A Memory, A Gift
Two-Spirit is a term used by Indigenous peoples to [Occupied] Turtle Island and [Occupied] Abya Yala. Turtle Island stretches from Alaska down to Mexico. Anything below that is Abya Yala. The entire landmass you know as “The Americas” was once ALL of Turtle Island.
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Judge, Jury, and Executioner
How do I even begin to tell this story? At what point do I risk opening myself up to scrutiny, cries of “victim mentality,” accusations of being a “pathetic victim,” and the myriad of slurs and insults thrown at me with an almost salacious glee?
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Confronting the Dead
“3rd grade is too young to see a corpse.” I hear my auntie whisper to mama. Knew what mama would say before the words came rolling out.
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A Walking Miracle
On May 26th, 2022, my brain exploded two days after my heart stopped for three minutes, and I survived what is known as a “near-death experience.” Except it wasn’t near death; it was very much actual death.
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On Towing the Line and Proximity
Today I had a young man by the name of Nicholas take me on in an attempt to shield a popular transphobe named Adam from rage. Adam had come in to my space and had displayed a profound hate towards transgender and intersex people.
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Let’s Talk About Death
I died. I am not sure how long I was out, but I know I was not here. I felt my heart blip out as I screamed, “I’m dying!” in the recovery room. Pretty sure everyone in the building heard me.
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