dear apartment on Main Street,

When the place you live as a child is traumatic, you learn not to remember it. I excelled in this and have since forgotten huge chunks of time and space throughout my childhood, but there’s an exception made for places

AN OPEN LETTER TO PEOPLE INTERESTED IN CONSUMING MY BODY: THE ONLY CRIME THAT ALWAYS WARRANTS DEATH IS RAPE.

              Last semester, I undertook a project called “FANTASY CUNTBOY” where I entered Grindr, a hookup app for gay men, disclosed that I was transgender, and asked users for responses. I was met with threats of violence, of rape, of