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Taking Up Space
Lately I’ve been dressing like I did in middle school. Grey, brown, tan, and olive take center stage, with particular emphasis on men’s sweaters. I’ve always liked their clothes. When Mom used to take us back-to-school shopping at Kohl’s, I often picked out shirts from the Boys department. She never troubled me about it, which — read more
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Land of the free, home of the brave
On Friday evening, I attended a women’s soccer game here in southern California. I sat in a stadium full of women’s sports fans, visibly queer people, trans pride flags and people with whom I have had personal, meaningful conversations about the state of our country. As the national anthem swelled, I watched in disbelief as — read more
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Death of a salesman
A bad man died today. We all know who he was. I won’t say his name because he doesn’t deserve that. I am not in the habit of granting more humanity to people than they would give me. He hated women. He would have seen me as one and hated me, and he would have — read more
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As the ship goes down
Watching the world change makes me feel insane. I guess racism is Supreme Court-sanctioned again. (Explicitly this time.) Over the weekend our government murdered 11 people in international waters. No due process. No nonlethal interference. Just an extrajudicial explosion of a speedboat. At a party I attended Sunday (at the house of a good friend — read more
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blobfish
I keep writing missives in my head. At night, on the pillow, churning words keep me awake. Whole sentences, paragraphs, essays. Ideas are born and die under the incessant whir of the bedroom air conditioner. When I sit to type, nothing remains. I am blank. Humbled by the extraordinary uselessness of my contributions — and — read more
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