i wanted to share an essay i wrote. it means a lot to me. i think it might get buried in the twitter algorithm, but that's probably why i feel brave enough to post it.
Dad Used To Have Boobs (And They Were Kind Of Big)
this one time in 3rd grade i was really mad at my mom so i furiously googled "I WANT A BOMB" on her laptop like 900 times because i thought the government would come and arrest her
sorry to post something so heavy, but my parents and i haven’t spoken much since i started transitioning, it’s been really hard…my grandmother texted me this out of the blue and it made me cry😭
i just love the lack of privacy in the pharmacy line. just standing there shouting out my name, date of birth, and exactly what is wrong with me for the world to hear
remembering the therapy session in which the grindr notification sound emitted from my therapist's phone, outing him; my face of recognition, in turn, outed me