first person How I Learned To Touch Again After Trauma I thought I had to choose between being a survivor and being sensual. Titeänyä Rodríguez Oct 17, 2025
first person Lying On The Floor With My Grief I wanted to exist with my grief in my body, not so much in my mind. Vanessa — Sep 18, 2021
first person Dispatches from a Sweaty Accidental Matriarchy Sometimes a community is just 87 mentally ill homosexuals and the twenty dollars they pass around on Venmo. July Thomas — Sep 16, 2021
first person Count on Something Sweet We no longer needed practical. We wanted goodness, even if it was fleeting. We wanted saccharine, even if it left us yearning. We wanted Cosmic Brownies. Leah Johnson — Sep 14, 2021
first person Brand New Party Girl I exist in a fresh, new, virginal body now, and I’ve started to uncover what that means for me. El Yurman — Sep 13, 2021
first person Walking With My Grief My grief says, listen: you know how to take care of yourself. Vanessa — Sep 11, 2021
first person The Trans Body as a Work of Art Burlesque is my loving manifestation of what all my ancestors deserved—not simply tolerance, but unbridled celebration. Lawrence Gullo — Sep 7, 2021
first person On Grandmothers and Malai Curry as Thick as My Missing In New York, I make malai curry with everything but prawns. Sreshtha Sen — Sep 7, 2021
first person Eating Breakfast With My Grief I decided to start sitting with my grief because why not. It’s not like I think this will help, but it’s something to do. Vanessa — Sep 4, 2021
