As I held the passport in my hand, I realized that both marriage and gender have a life beyond my own. Somewhere, my citizenship gender had been on file. Somewhere, a record of me existed that over-ruled my daily existence. Here, I was a man. There, I had been female.
"Here’s what you do when that pile starts talking. You light a match. Light it all on fire and watch it burn with a combination of sadness and elation."
The recent activity in North Korea has urban survivalist websites humming. I wish I didn’t know. Some people watch rom-coms or eat fried Oreos as a guilty pleasure; I quietly…
The Rumpus is producing our first movie, Happy Baby. We start shooting May 14, in New York. We need lots of extras. If you’d like to be an extra send an email…
Humor and experimental fiction—charting the meaning of charts, playing with ideas like a slippage between the gears of perception and reality—have been Ben Greenman’s stock in trade.