He holds me so tight I might compress back into stardust.
I write a lot about intimacy. I write about my understanding of it.
boy + girl = couple
Society has hammered the formula into me since birth.
My confrontation with gender detachment was the first time that I was able to put into words the relationship I have to my gender.
Not so long ago, a friend of mine told me that people that knew me from school were surprised to hear that I was interested in feminist topics.
This photography came to my mind during one of my ceramics classes.
Growing up aspec, I found myself bored and confused when sitting through my school’s abstinence-based sex education unit.
Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.
Without boundaries, without expectations, without conformity.
The need from your bones to mold right up against someone else’s
Bones that wouldn’t be mine anytime soon