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Work to be Done

Today is my last day in Valatie. I’ll miss this mug, I thought. It’s been good to me. In Valatie, when I get up, I heat water in the electric kettle to make pour-over coffee. I always drink the coffee out of the same mug: a white mug

Someone in Some Future Time Will Think of Us

You may forget but Let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us. — Sappho I found this quote today in Paul Monette’s essay collection, Last Watch of the Night, after asking him what I should write about and opening to a random page. He

My Great-Grandmother's Scrapbook

My Great-Grandmother's Scrapbook

I traveled to my aunt’s house in Rochester, NY this weekend to scan my great-grandmother’s scrapbook. Those who have been reading for a while know that I can barely drive, and so a four-hour drive is quite substantial for me, quite frightening. But I felt it needed to

On Being a Real Writer

I suppose I spent so long worrying about being a real man, or even a real trans man, that I haven’t found much time to worry about being a real writer. I am a man who doesn’t have a cock. In fact, I am a man who has

Black and white image of an old stone vessel from the neolithic era

Containment

Menstrual products, chest binders, and power.

Death Workshop

We speak of what we want in our next life, the lacks in this one. More adventurous, one says. More kind. I say, I wish I’d spoken up more. We draw line charts of our fulfillment over time. Then she says close your eyes, picture your own death. We

Pretending

For a while my mouth didn’t close and I had to eat pizza with a fork. This is where people interrupt and say what do you mean, your mouth didn’t close? and I take my two hands, wrists together, fingers apart, and show how my jaw closed in