My own child

Having a child that is so much like you. It is you. An extension of yourself. A SAFETY BLANKET. A reassurance that it is ok to die, because half of you is left. Or two halves. I am at the point in my transition where I still have spot bleeding. I have ovaries. I know, […]

I’m writing this for me and me alone.

I’m writing this for me and me alone. So Robot’s erroneous departure has affected me more deeply than I ever could have imagined. It was a deeply religious crush, a meaningful friendship. Everything occurred at a particularly eventful time in my life. It would make more sense if I had been abused as a child, […]