I can't remember if it was the second or the third dressing room where I started crying. Maybe both. All I want is a dress shirt. I have a bunch of button-downs, but most of them are either short-sleeved or flannel, and all the flannels are too big for me anyway, but I just wear … Continue reading Dress

This is a post about suiting, but first I want to talk about Mongolian barbeque. Have you ever been to an American-style Mongolian barbeque restaurant? If you haven't, the premise is that you go through a buffet line, heaping raw ingredients into a bowl, and then you watch your food being grilled in front of … Continue reading Suit up!

Last weekend, I went on a long walk with a friend I haven't seen in many months. Down by Cherry Creek, pushing past tall grasses and duck footprints, I caught her up on the ongoing transformations in my life. It's not too much to say I was nervous about her reaction. I hedged more than … Continue reading Spiritual injury

The first time I read an article about binding, my mouth went dry and cottony. I could feel my heartbeat in my ears every time I thought about it, and I didn't know why. It took me a long time to get comfortable with the word nonbinary. I played with genderqueer for a while, once … Continue reading Chimera

The call came and I didn't get up. I had told everyone I wasn't going to, and I didn't. "Isn't the refusal of the call part of the hero's journey?" I jested to the bishop. "Not for very long," she laughed. I refused. I shimmied down in my seat and crossed my arms and made … Continue reading Altar call