Holy shit, y’all! For the first time in 4-years, my partner, Falon, and I have gone a FULL MONTH [that’s over 4-weeks] without experiencing any form of transphobic or queerphobic street harassment of any kind. It is fucking glorious! For
Fact: the vast majority of people I have interacted with throughout my life do not respect, or even acknowledge most of the terminology I used to describe myself, or that other non-binary or gender nonconforming people use for themselves either.
So, it dawned on me recently that I think I’ve been, like, subconsciously going back into the closet… Over the past two months I have been dressing less and less femme, I’ve been very sporadically wearing bras (when I had
My heart pounded in my chest as he leaned past me to close his closet door. We sat on our bent legs, facing each other, so that our eyes were level. He was excited, and so was I. “You be