A voice floated through ether and reached the speakers of my computer desk. The woman speaking was unknown to me, but it was a woman’s voice. She was clockably trans in a way that felt natural, confident. I wanted to know her. I wanted to ask her how she
I was standing at the literal end of the world envisioning what lies beyond. The waves of the Pacific Ocean lapped at my feet as I stared west. The nearest piece of land in that direction was some unpopulated Siberian oblast. I could see it in my mind's
I was in a tiny California town in late November, smoking a joint while sitting outside my motel room. The village is so tiny that I’m staring at an empty acre lot at the edge of the motel's property line. A family of deer grazed in the
I want to lay claim to the dark power of my monstrous identity without using it as a weapon against others or being wounded by it myself. I will say this as bluntly as I know how: I am a transsexual, and therefore I am a monster. - Susan Stryker, My