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.
Thomas Page McBee
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Into the Fold
Shortly after yesterday’s bombing at the Boston Marathon, my Twitter feed was thick with Bostonians seeking and sharing information: Copley station was closed, cell lines jammed, marathoners meeting on the…
SELF-MADE MAN #21: Love Your Zombie
Sometimes I get this ragged wind in my chest. It’s a graveyard in there, too: instead of clothes holding my ghost shape, it’s my old self that calls out from beneath bone.
SELF-MADE MAN #20: On Dignity
On train platforms and slushy sidewalks, I find myself feeling strangely tender toward people bundled up against the cold New England winter.
SELF-MADE MAN #19: Notes on Negative Space
I’ve known what many would call evil: child abuse, a close call with a murderer. I know about other people’s dark impulses, and so I’ve been all the more terrified of my own.
The Rumpus Interview with Zadie Smith
For our first interview of 2013, we sit down with the incomparable Zadie Smith for a thoughtful chat about identity, the pleasure of reading, and how to write honestly about the state of humanity.
SELF-MADE MAN #18: In Real Life
I used to believe that collapsing the Venn diagram-space between the public and private self was the best way to ensure authenticity.
Self-Made Man #17: Real Men
If masculinity could be defined by a quick Google search or a drive down a billboard-studded highway, then a “real man” is a paradox, captured crudely at the uneasy intersections…
SELF-MADE MAN #16: Trapped in the Right Body
Binaries are luxuries I can only study clinically; they lost their soothing qualities when I prioritized my reality over yours.
SELF-MADE MAN #15: Everybody Passes
We are all walking through life as if what mattered most were the symbols of our acquisitions and not the fluttering flags of our hearts.
SELF-MADE MAN #14: Untroubling the Body
I’ve read that book over and over because I think it tells us something brilliant about the slippery nature of monstrosity: that the body is not ever evil; it’s the mind that bends.
SELF-MADE MAN #13: Queerly Beloved
I see sixteen-year-olds now, with their subway chatter and baby fat, and try to imagine the ways they are saving each other’s lives.