A queer novel, in fragments of memory…
Writing: Fiction & Otherwise
An ongoing collaboration of memory-fragments from two trans-feminine authors.
Award-winning stage adaptation of Riding SideSaddle*.
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I don’t have many guy friends, but my guitarist is one. Parting, I lean in for the cheek-kiss but he plants a good one right on my lips.—Allison Washington
Reflections on the instictive act of gendering, how it can go terribly wrong, and what happens next.
I’ve seen myself in the mirror. I find me… disorienting. What do they see that I don’t? Why aren’t they laughing at me?—Miriam Suzanne
Mother finds me at her wardrobe, in her pumps and pearls. What are you doing? Being a mommy. Are you, then? She clips on the earrings (they pinch!), reaches for her lipstick.—Allison Washington
I wasn’t born in the wrong body. I was born, a body. Without my body, I don’t exist.