For most of my life, I’ve struggled with labels. I’ve had a hard time finding the right ones to capture my messy and fluid feelings and experiences. The only labels I’ve managed to stick with are the expansive ones, like queer, that operate as umbrella terms and can have a variety of meanings—giving me roomContinue reading “My New Approach to Labels”
Gender invites comments, questions, and suspicion. Gender invites opinion. Gender is individual, yes, but it is also social. Gender has been forced upon me, and gender has been withheld from me. I’ve been free to explore my gender, and at the same time, it has imprisoned me. I have a complicated relationship with gender. IContinue reading “Gender Invites Comment”
I am Queer4Queer. I’m a queer person. I identify as queer. If you want to get technical about it, I’m bisexual. I am attracted to people of all genders. At this point in my life, I am prioritizing sexual and romantic connections with women and non-binary people. Though I am attracted to them, I haveContinue reading “Queer4Queer”
Content note: this piece discusses transphobia. I’m on testosterone.You’re in a corset.You’re more visible than me,So you’re treated differentlyAt this event, within this scene.It’s like people don’t quite knowWhat to do with you.They think they know what to do with me,But they call me a girl,Indicating they really don’t. Is it a warm welcomeIf theyContinue reading “I’m on Testosterone, You’re in a Corset”
I attended a queer zine fair in Tio’tia:ke/Montreal last weekend. There were so many people in attendance expressing gender in defiance of the binary, with beards and glitter and leg hair and lingerie and jewelry and shaved heads and colourful outfits. It was really affirming. Seeing so many gender variant people made me want to vary my gender expression more.