essays

on gender

an exploration of how i feel about my nonbinary gender identity

Imagine for a moment that your body isn’t yours.
Not in the sense that you’re puppeteering it, or that you’ve been removed from it, but more in the sense that no matter what you do, it can’t be what you need it to be.

sativa

a psychotic episode.
CW: sexual assault, emotional and sexual abuse, medical abuse, eye trauma, body horror and gore, suicidal ideation, and violence.

the wood grain of the A–frame ceiling, ceiling-that-is-also-wall, is hundreds of leering eyes. shifting. blinking, irises melting and scleras shifting like hundreds of tiny whirlpools, sickening and hypnotizing and filling my throat with bile and–