If you would like to help us spread the word about the anthology or have opportunities to advertise at your organization/institution, we have good news! We’ve made page-size posters that should be easy to print out using any black and white or grayscale printer. You’re free to print these out and put them up anywhere you want – at your school, neighborhood, etc. (The figures of women in the posters have been edited from cutouts and drawings by Matisse.)
Anonymous:
if you had children, what would they call you?
At first it would be just sounds. The brush of air through hands opening and closing towards me. The whisper folding of their furrowed eyebrows. Pouty lips slurping up breakfast. A sigh before sleeping.
Then it’s happy babble at dawn after no sleep, the warm weight of them against my heart. It’s them looking up at me for explanation, rain running down their face, during our first thunderstorm. The patter of their feet falling towards me learning to walk. The beginning of trust. They’ll call me the feeling of hands always close to their own when they cry. They’ll call me warm kisses over bandaid knees. They’ll call me the smell of my skin lingering on them after so many hugs. They’ll call me my hair wrapped around their soft hands, hiding in it from everyone’s sight.
My child will call me “always safe” and “please stay home with me” and “will you tuck me in?”.
And when someone asks them what they call me, this willow limbed parent of theirs, they won’t be embarrassed that it was never mom or dad.
They’ll smile with the lil fangs I gave them and say “They are all mine, they are just all all mine.”
I am too big for my name.
I shed it,
a snake breaking free of skin grown too tight.
Like a child’s dress I outgrew
words like “girl,”
“daughter.”
They chafe at me,
they break at the seams.
I’m told my bigness is too much,
I must be small
I must be pretty
I must bleed for someone else
—
The sea, too, strains against the shore.
Does she, like me,
feel that her name is too small?
network for non-cis nanowriters
truscum not welcome. Are you a trans/non-cis writer? Are you doing NaNoWriMo this year? Is at least one of your major characters trans/non-cis? Yeah? Then message this blog and I’ll add you as a member
I was contacted by the creator of this blog to help spread the word about their new network for trans and non-binary writers. they could really use some members, so please feel free to contact them if you’re a writer, or signal boost if not.
its really funny to me that “being queer makes you unlovable” is such a common sentiment, both to hear from cruel or well meaning straight people and to internalize as a queer person, sometimes very painfully, sometimes for years. well heres something about how i love myself and how i love my unlovable friends
