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Thomas Page McBee

  • The Queer Syllabus: Transgender History by Susan Stryker

    In The Queer Syllabus, writers nominate works for a new canon of queer literature.

  • SELF-MADE MAN #32: Grief is the Price We Pay for Love

    My son, Mom said, even when it must have been so hard for her to rewrite the moment I was born, the one that belonged to her alone.

  • SELF-MADE MAN #31: Tenderness, Too

    Let’s try this again; here’s my throat and a sharp thing.

  • SELF-MADE MAN #30: Tenderness

    I might inject testosterone every Thursday, but each man here is his own snowflake mix of glory days and Hail Mary second chances.

  • SELF-MADE MAN #29: Ghosts

    I dodge taxis and drunk college kids near Astor Place and think how sweet to be a man in motion on a Saturday night; man formed of needles and a hundred sweaty locker rooms; a man without translation; a man…

  • SELF-MADE MAN #28: The Lion, the Lamb, and the Grown Man

    The story of the lion and the lamb is itself a blur, as illusory as these hands bare-knuckling a speed bag, faster and faster until all you see is blood and ink so bright it glows.

  • Self-Made Man #27: Fool

    I’d rather monkeybar across this subway car than turn away from possibility.

  • Self-Made Man #26: Wild

    The wild don’t build fences; we let the worms and ivy and rats and love in.

  • SELF-MADE MAN #25: Risk

    I need to be here, all skin and beard and elevator heart, where everything happens at once: the people we’ve been and the people we’re becoming creating a weird physics, time bending us toward each other, nine million stories bumping…

  • Self-Made Man #24: Love Your Emergency

    As I look toward the East River and my teenage summers, I sometimes see my old body continuing on without me, living the slow-and-steady life I’d planned for so carefully and not this spectacular mess I’ve come, I think, to…

  • Self Made Man #23: Serenity Prayer

    In this new New York, I’m living inside the Serenity Prayer. I say this at brunch and people laugh but I mean it.

  • Self-Made Man #22: Second Person

    I guess that’s what the dream wants: for me to know that the worst kind of man, the man I was scared of becoming, doesn’t frighten me any more.

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