On its surface, Brazilian jiu-jitsu was not a sport that I belonged in. To say that it is macho is an understatement.
The bills were too thick to conceal in my pocket, so I reached inside my briefs and hid them there.
The slip taped to his locker at the post office was an obscene shade of rose—a private pink that called to mind the very thing that had gotten him in trouble in the first place.
Contributing to the small body of trans-narrated, trans-written audiobooks felt both personally affirming and politically necessary.
Melinda’s violation of their agreement—to stay the same for each other, forever—was so profound that she split their shared sphere in two.
Maybe it wasn’t that Angie wanted to break things off with Kate; she just didn’t know enough to decide if she wanted to keep going.
I was leaving femininity behind, grateful to have an example like my grandpa to grow toward.
I couldn’t stop thinking about what I would do if something went wrong. If I made a mistake, my son and I might go back to being homeless.