There Are No Rules for a Pregnant Trans Body
On learning to be a pregnant man in public.
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There Are No Rules for a Pregnant Trans Body
On learning to be a pregnant man in public.
Against the Linear Narrative of Pregnancy
The shapes we give our stories matter.
What I Learned From Self-Publishing My Essay Collection
On knowing what you—and your work—truly desire
The Book I Never Published
In 2019, things were falling apart, so I decided to write a novel about a trans man who tries to get pregnant and then things fall apart for him. His name was James. I signed up for Ariel Gore’s manuscript writing workshop and worked on it all summer. On
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
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
A Book Is A Spell
How can I learn to create a tangible object that will weave together an experience for someone else at a place and time I may never see?
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
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
Containment
Menstrual products, chest binders, and power.