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It Started with a Feeling, and Now My Boyfriend and I are Sitting in a Clinic for a Pre-Conception Consultation, and I Can’t Stop Worrying About My Unknown Future

It Started with a Feeling, and Now My Boyfriend and I are Sitting in a Clinic for a Pre-Conception Consultation, and I Can’t Stop Worrying About My Unknown Future

The doctor says I won’t have many changes since I’ve been on hormones for so long, but still—

Hometown Tour

Hometown Tour

And in the daydream, he smiles, he smiles big and a lot, he's happy, I can't believe how happy, over such small things, and he says, that's cool, oh that's cool too, oh that's so cool...

Dad's Toe

Dad's Toe

Later, while I’m telling Jamie the story of how Dad chopped his toe off, I get two texts from Dad’s phone. The first one is an overexposed close-up of a pearl white bone surrounded by what looks like gray and white chicken flesh. The second text says: “This is my toe.”

Sledgehammer

Sledgehammer

Doubtful the landlord knows you’re taking down walls.

Smoke

Smoke

When I was a kid, one of my special interests was Old Hollywood. This was my parents’ fault for allowing me exposure to the genre.

Madmartigan in the Mercedes

Madmartigan in the Mercedes

He was like a man but not quite. He was a fictional character that vanished from my view when I pressed “stop” or “eject.” In this way, he was better than a man.

If Only for a Moment

If Only for a Moment

I found myself somewhere between pleasure and fear. Surely that unflinching stare was searching for the very essence of my soul.