Arts & Culture | Queer Life

What It Means to Be Trans in My Tiny Town

My trans friends rarely come home, and when they do, it is for brief bursts of time. They question why I’ve chosen to keep living here.

I can’t do this anymore.

Cheer up, face!

San Francisco Chronicle

It’s because I’m trapped here

The war is over

Both sides!those people

The ‘H’ is out of shave at last


What are you?

Train approaching, whistle squealing

Mr. Smith


don’t ask, don’t tell

Avoid that rundown feeling