T. Wise
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Reluctant Immortals by Gwendolyn Kiste
Being a woman in America does feel a little bit like being in a horror novel these days. Gwendolyn Kiste would like to remind us all, however, that it’s always been a horror novel. Nor has this been restricted to America.
Terraform: Watch/Worlds/Burn, edited by Brian Merchant and Claire L. Evans
Is there a significant difference between near-future science fiction and science fiction of the present? Not always—and this is so often by design, because it’s difficult to speculate about what comes next without explicitly naming the problems that plague us here and now. This is where an anthology like Terraform: Watch/Worlds/Burn, edited by Brian Merchant and Claire L. Evans and drawing from stories first published at Vice’s Motherboard, looks to find its audience.
Has Anyone Actually Had Any Success Saging Their Home?
Content warning: This page contains: Mental health issues Xenophobia That’s what the post says, each word capitalized as if it’s the goddamn title of a novel or a screenplay, a farce, a fiction. But it’s not. It’s the Truth, capital tee, certain and real. Still—I know it won’t help, know it’ll only serve to flame up the fire inside me—an incessant need to consume. It’s a dangerous spot to be in, especially nowadays, with all of us on the brink. I pause, letting my finger hover, scared, but curious.
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"Has Anyone Actually Had Any Success Saging Their Home?" © 2023 by Vito Castrillo
I Got My Break Writing About Being Trans-But What If I’m Ready to Stop?
While my body is pummeled by the polar winds outside, the inside of my head is consumed by the flames of pitch purgatory. My editors want stories, something fresh and enticing. Do I have anything to say about Beyoncé’s latest post? (Yes, always, but who doesn’t?) Should I delve into the psychology behind my fear of cutting my toenails? (No, I should not.) Does anyone want to read the deep revelations I had on shrooms about shark babies?
Introducing Sweatiquette, the Only Way to Deal With Summer Sweatiness
During the heatwave a couple of weeks ago, a Siberian husky locked eyes with me on the sidewalk. What have I done to deserve this? it seemed to ask me, as I wiped the sweat off my brow. I shook my head, wondering the same for myself and the rest of the humans cooking in this crockpot of a planet (but I know the answer to that one). Both the husky and I were moist and miserable, but only one of us had on a full-fur bodysuit.
I Thought It’d Be Easy to Fix My Bad Posture—I Was Wrong
How many people’s bodies are in survival mode? Each person I asked about the mental and emotional influence on posture—chiropractor, dancer, acupuncturist, yoga teacher—said something along these lines: In the body and mind, nothing is separate. But that exact ideology easily could have come from clergy, psychologists, scientists, and poets. It is a core truth of our existence as organisms in the world and the worlds within ourselves. Nothing is separate. The prick/poke/pinch etc.
Trans Star Ava Grey on Her Journey
“Let me pick your brain” is a played out expression, but I like it. It’s recognition that questions can be the keys we turn in another’s mind to unlock their precious perspectives. This is how I felt when I spoke with 24-year old actor, model, and activist Ava Grey. As she shared how she broke into the modeling and acting worlds, a journey rife with challenges for a trans woman of color, it felt like briefly getting to see what is behind her mind’s door.
Stonewall & Beyond: 3 Older LGBTQ+ People on Witnessing Change
When did you know? Oh, how many times a straight person has lobbed this rudderless question at a queer person, expecting us to hit it home. It’s an existential inquiry any person might find quite difficult to answer. How do any of us come to know who we are? A baby touches its little button nose while its mother presses her own and says nose. The baby absorbs all the faces it sees, all the stories it hears, and gradually inches towards understanding that it has its own nose, it’s own story and soul.
The Best Way to Spring Clean Is to Make Peace With Who You Are
Today I said goodbye to a shirt that has lived in my wardrobe for three years. It was a good shirt, subtle and plain, white with short sleeves, a mandarin collar, and cream buttons. It had been sitting patiently in my closet awaiting its debut since the day I bought it, but the hanger is all it’s ever known. I have never worn it because, apparently, I failed to try it on before buying it.
I Know I'm Dependent on Weed But I Don't Want to Quit
At my fifth grade graduation from the Drug Abuse Resistance Education program, I stepped to the podium sporting a blue button-up shirt, braces, and uneven bangs, and played the flute. I can’t remember exactly how D.A.R.E. had molded me into an eleven-year old who believed that doing drugs was a crime and a sin, but it had succeeded. Some weeks later, I caught my teenage sisters smoking weed behind our back porch during a dinner party.
The Optimistic Opposite of Pet Peeves
My roommate left multiple cabinet doors in the kitchen open last week and it made my eye twitch. On my way to the gym, a man almost ran into me because he was texting while walking, which brought me very close to smacking his phone clean onto the sidewalk then stomping it with my boot. On my way home, some middle schoolers were having a “You’re gay!” screaming contest and I almost found myself fighting some 12-year-olds.
I Grew Up Vegetarian. Now I'm Scared to Come Out to My Mom...As a Meat Eater
I am afraid to come out to my mother, even though I have done it twice. In ninth grade, I told her with confidence, “I’m gay.” Two years ago, I told her with a heavy kind of joy, “I’m trans.” Now I have to tell my sweet mother, who raised me as a strict vegetarian, “I eat meat. Please forgive me.” And this time I’m scared. My mother and father both became vegetarians at a young age because they believed that animals shouldn’t be bred and killed to feed us.
My Name Change and The Power of My Whole Name
y name is Praise Josephine. There are billions of people in the world, but I feel secure in saying I am the only man with that name on my birth certificate.
I've Come Out As Transgender To Everyone... Except My Weed Dealer. Here's Why.
"I’m a trans guy who began transitioning a year and a half ago... my weed dealer doesn’t seem to have gotten the memo about my gender identity." (chabybucko via Getty Images) I’ve always been polyamorous when it comes to my weed consumption because, as in any relationship, it’s hard for one person to provide all of the things we need. But I recently had to clean up my roster because things had gotten somewhat out of control. Bud man #1 was, and still is, my main man.
How an Email Made Me Rethink My Relationship With Father and Food
he subject of the email is: Avocados. The body of the email is short, bare-bones: “We will be bringing four (4) ripe avocados. Love you.” The origin of this critical communique is my father. The concern is guacamole, to be made for a lunch at my house when he and my mother come to town, an event set to occur three weeks from the day of sending. It’s so simple, and yet, I have so many questions. Why four? Why not many, many more?
Testosterone Injections are Teaching My Body a New Language
’m 29 years old and going through puberty. My goatee is humble but hopeful. A few days ago, I got carded trying to buy a lighter (which means they thought I was younger than 18). But I’m also an heir to genetics that had my parents completely silver-haired by age 40. So, while I have a pubescent mustache, I also have half-gray, long wavy locks that make me look like a late-20s Poseidon. If this feels like a riddle, apologies. A lot of my life has felt that way, so you can deal for a little bit.
What My 13-Year-Old Student Taught Me About Transphobia
I see him looking at my mustache. He is trying to be slick and pretend he is looking out the window, but I know he is eyeing my whiskers. He is 13 and I am 29 and we have almost identical facial hair. So, this is awkward. Mostly because my job requires hour-long one-on-one conversation with 13-year-olds, all of whom wear awkward like a second skin, like a graphic T, like a whole can of Axe body spray.
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