Felt Space
If I were to stare into a mirror, I’m not sure I would see anything back.
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...moreI want to ask Anna for a map of desirability. Where was I before, where was I pregnant, where am I now?
...moreKrys Malcolm Belc discusses his debut memoir, THE NATURAL MOTHER OF THE CHILD.
...more“When I first came out as trans, I learned a lot from trans youth; they taught me so much.”
...moreWhere my masculinity dwells, I am in control.
...moreMy dad, a psychiatrist, wants to write a sex book.
...moreTorrey Peters discusses her debut novel, DETRANSITION, BABY.
...moreCooper Lee Bombardier discusses his first book, PASS WITH CARE: MEMOIRS.
...moreI’ve known since I was a child that the world is ending. I felt it in my bones.
...moreThomas Page McBee discusses his new memoir, AMATEUR.
...moreI’ve always had a voyeuristic relationship with social media.
...moreTo “ameliorate” the desire for death or the sense of self-annihilation, Ladin finds in religion a way of reconciliation, not only within herself, but also with her community and society at large.
...moreAt Catapult, Rachel Klein shares her experience as a mother of a transitioning child: I was worried, like most people are at their core, about myself. I was not being a “good mom,” a “progressive mom,” a “cool mom”; I was being a self-preserving creature. I was worried, not about their identity but about mine. […]
...moreMy son was not born my son. My son was born my daughter.
...moreIn a powerful essay at The Establishment, Evelyn Deshane discusses rejecting the medical narrative around transitioning, and how tattoos allowed them to reclaim their own body: When the physicality of my gender—that “place” that could be home—feels out of reach, tattoos are my way to be present in my body, and to control what happens to […]
...moreWhat happens to a place when it can no longer define itself by its history, when it tears everything down? What is the rust belt without the plants, the factories? Who is the boy without his sister?
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