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The fourth and final piece in this series. A thank you to the queer women who continue to show up, take up space, and push us to be bold. On Sunday, I had the honor of traveling to Pride with the intention of walking in the parade. Spoiler alert, that did not happen. While I was bummed about it for all of fifteen minutes, I was reminded that Pride was so much more than that. That same morning, while on the train, there were people who were dressed for the celebration and the

The third post in this series focuses on the nuances of building community and what to do when it is not easily found. In the first two posts within this series, we spent a lot of time analyzing my internal relationship with queerness. For this post, I want to shift into something more external—community. This may come as a bit of a shock however, I struggled with finding community for a really long time (I still do). Finding people that I felt kinship with was never the iss

The second of four parts. An essay on reclaiming style as a method of self-authorship. I had an affirming surgery last spring that allowed me to reevaluate my relationship with what I wore. One of the earliest pieces of wisdom that I received in life from my mom was an adage that we have all heard—if you look good, you feel good. I have a tortured history with how I presented to the world and the correlation between my identity. As a child, my mother was obsessed with treatin

The first of a four part series. This piece is a personal essay on what eighteen years of hiding in plain sight actually cost me, and what it took to finally stop. I told myself that in honor of Pride Month, I would make a series of four posts, highlighting different elements of my identity. As you can see, this is the first one, and it’s already the third Sunday. I’d like to say it’s because my life was really busy. The truth is I was scared, and writing about vulnerability