The first time I introduced myself as Katrina was while volunteering at an event run by the Los Angeles LGBT Center. Surrounded by trans, non-binary, and queer people, all of us united to run a food festival, I felt unconditional love and a friendship that I hadn’t realized I had been longing for.
Read MoreThere was so much guilt in all the possessions I held onto. The potential of what I could be, who I would be held in the promise of smaller sized clothing, clothes I made for myself that ended up being unwearable, and the things my mother purchased for me, forming me into her ideal image of a daughter.
Read MoreAnd what does fake vs real even mean in a world of drag anyway? What the fuck does it matter?
Read MoreWe know that CBT is an effective form of treatment for children and teens with mental health conditions. Therefore it should make sense that the earlier its techniques are utilized it, the more effective it becomes.
Read More"Today we have buzzwords to describe these experiences: Hyper-empathy. Executive dysfunction. Stims, fixations, and sensory overload. Back then, I didn’t know that there was more to autism..."
Read More"We walked deeper into the cave, and our guide spoke with passion about the cave’s history, rarity, and magic. All the while, I could feel the weight of the rocks above my head and the unsettling distance between my body and its usual resting place on the Earth’s surface."
Read MoreI came to China to work, but so much of me stayed in Croatia – my family, my partner, my friends, my professional and personal interests. My everyday life in Beijing is mediated between here and there, in the span of the seven-hour time difference, in the Beijing hutongs and the streets of Zagreb.
Read More"There are no gender or weight classes. Everyone is equal.” This, more than anything I had ever heard about chivalry or courtly romance, sounds like a dream made real. In my armor, I’m not an awkward collection of ugly parts, unable to fit in anywhere. I am an armored combatant.
Read MoreHow could I even know what love means, really, when all of this was done to me in the name of love, or some shade of it?
Read MoreTraveling never fails to remind me of where I come from and where my place is.
Read MoreI remember the list of positions, one-two-three-four-five; the tension in my calves, the brittle arch of my arms as I balanced on the balls of my feet. Ageless, thoughtless reflexes inhabit my body, ghosts in a haunted house. You don’t outgrow what you learn that early on
Read MoreWhen I think back on the most powerful times of my life, I find that solitude has usually played an important role in my power.
Read MoreEven my own reflection is too much company this time, flashing up in fractal sections against the glass. Even the open fields, just visible beneath the moon’s outstretched fingers, are too much.
Read MoreI want to paint a picture of someone who does not define themselves as aromantic or asexual. Just simply contented to be alone at this stage in life.
Read MoreI go to the mirror, running my thumb along the sandpaper skin of my cheek, where the garden of little copper wires blossoms and blooms. I wish for a razor.
Read More
