My friend and I getting down with our queer selves, circa 2009.

Visibly Queer

Recently, I was reading Jill Soloway (the creator of Transparent)’s book, “She Wants It” and came to a passage where Jill talks about hitting puberty and suddenly having a very feminine body and the ability to wield sexual power over men (at least in theory). The part that confused me was the tone, implying that this transformation is a universal experience for those of us assigned female … Continue reading Visibly Queer

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A Binder Full of Women

When I was in middle school, I kept a binder full of cut-out magazine pages. As much as I enjoy a good collage, that’s not what these were. They were literally full pages from glossy magazines I’d carefully cut out and placed into plastic sheet protectors in a binder. There were several sections, covering my interests, but the two biggest sections were largely portraits–one for … Continue reading A Binder Full of Women

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We don’t need artists like Louis CK

There have already been a lot of great pieces written about Louis CK’s unexpected return to comedy at NYC’s Comedy Cellar (what an appropriate name) this passed Sunday. I personally recommend Roxane Gay’s take, but want to go just a little bit further. So many people are wrapped up with the idea of creating a path to redemption for these admitted abusers, but what if… … Continue reading We don’t need artists like Louis CK

Me being my goofy self, circa 2012.

Permission

“Do you understand what self-deprecation means when it come from somebody who already exists in the margins? It’s not humility, it’s humiliation. I put myself down in order to speak, in order to seek permission to speak…” –Hannah Gadsby When I saw “Nanette” for the first time and I heard Hannah speak these words, it was as though someone had put a large bell over … Continue reading Permission

Me with my parents, circa 1990.

File Under “Odd”

It was more than 20 years ago, but I still remember that day clearly. I was in first grade. We were standing in the lunch line when I noticed the two boys behind me giggling and pointing. They were giggling and pointing at me, but I didn’t know why. Finally, one of them blurted out, “What are you doing?!” What was I doing? I glanced down and … Continue reading File Under “Odd”