there is an imaginary sort of friend, a woman who exists in my mind as an ideal version of a woman. it's not my best self, or the best version of someone i love. she sort of just floats there, silent with small movements here and there. adjusting her hair, or bending over to get a better look at something. (Read More)
Whatever it was I saw in her that day twenty years ago still baffles me, because it put me on a path for the rest of my life. We were in the first grade, I had just moved from another state, and I saw Lizzie for the first time, from afar. (Read More)
Every Tuesday morning, it is my job to love the women I do not know. I volunteer at an abortion fund, where people who cannot afford the cost of their procedure come for financial assistance and support. They call the hotline and I answer the phone. (Read More)
The show is in a popular bar in the Lower East Side that I don’t yet know is a mainstay. Attractive people in trench coats and logoless baseball caps press past us as we try to steady the beer in our plastic cups. We scan the room for any signs of a stage, too intimidated to ask a stranger here. It’s my third week in New York, his eighth. (Read More)
There’s the friend you wonder if you knew in another lifetime. They’re an excellent dancer and they are always moving, but not fidgeting, and they know when to be around people and when to not. (Read More)
Transagendatells the stories of Jobi and Brandi, two young trans people who have fought against toxic environments. With the use of four disposable cameras, they capture the people and places that helped define their identities. Every day is a form of resistance.