When he clasps your hand
It is both a greeting
And a recognition of the
Work needing to be done
Dress Code
All the girls wore plaid jumpers until I turned ten years old.
In the absence of? Everything.
He holds me so tight I might compress back into stardust.
Intimacy – The Duality of being Ace.
I write a lot about intimacy. I write about my understanding of it.
asexual has a manic episode
lens of / kaleidoscopic shards / render me
The Formula
boy + girl = couple
Society has hammered the formula into me since birth.
On the Discomfort of Inhabiting Gender and Sexuality
My confrontation with gender detachment was the first time that I was able to put into words the relationship I have to my gender.
From Toxically Male to Asexual: Unlearning Patriarchal Maleness
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.
Does there have to be a reason?
I walked away because I had a bus to catch.
(Un)carved
This photography came to my mind during one of my ceramics classes.
The Structure of a Breakdown: My Experiences as an Aroace Trans Person as Told Through Poetry
Cut off, cut out of me
These organs that curse me!
Self Expression
Little girl. Listen.
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