Tag Archives: gender

Mutable

“Sometimes I feel like ‘male’ is an island I’m clinging to after being lost at sea.” This is hard for me to write about. It has been a year since I started working in a place where everyone (who didn’t … Continue reading

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‘It’s complicated’

I am constantly trying to find a place for my story, my life, in this world that regularly denies the existence of trans folks, both actively and tacitly. Until I was 26, I had picked up on very few clues … Continue reading

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One Year

One year ago today, I received my first injection of testosterone. I feel great. There is a well of gratitude and stability within me that I can touch and feel almost whenever I choose to check in with it that … Continue reading

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The ‘Wrong’ Body

I am transgender, and I was not born in the ‘wrong’ body. My body is only ‘wrong’ in a binary-focused, cisnormative narrativeĀ that says being trans is only ok if you strive to assimilate to mainstream cultural ideas of gender and … Continue reading

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Docking Clamps Released

The other day, in the stairwell where I work (where I was gone for 3 years and recently returned), I saw a research collaborator I worked with three years ago and haven’t spoken to since – not even to say … Continue reading

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Collision and Whiplash

I want to share with you, dear readers, some of my inner experience over the past month – an experience of lostness and self-imposed silencing. The day after my last post, an article highlighting trans men at Wellesley hit New … Continue reading

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Decoder Ring

In my entire memory, I have never liked anything feminine – at least, not for myself. At first, this made me feel defective, like I would never measure up to other women, because I didn’t like dresses, I never, ever … Continue reading

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