But now I’m 40 and I don’t have a place of my own, or a nuclear family. I am grateful that most of my family loves and accepts me for who I am, but I can’t help but feel like each year at Thanksgiving I’m the single guy who winds up tagging along with other families’ traditions.
This article was first published in PQ Monthly, Portland, in October, 2015. Disclaimer: This my own story and not intended to depict all trans experiences. You probably knew that already. As I write this, I am lying in my bathtub, one leg draped over the side of the tub, and I look over my naked... Continue Reading →
This article first appeared in PQ Monthly, Portland, in January, 2015. O! Let me speak into the darkness! Remember with anger and grief the too many deaths through suicide and murder! Let our voices be heard between clanging gongs of hatred and deafening silences of loss! Let my story be heard as protest in the... Continue Reading →