Surgery can be seen as way to escape being a trans woman, the freedom to disappear into an “ordinary” life. But my scars, my complicated being, mean more than any illusion of freedom.
He gave his life to the Russian Orthodox Church. It didn’t deserve to lay claim to him in death, too.
After years struggling with painful vulvodynia, my relationship hit a breaking point. When I finally found help, I had to wonder who I’d be if I had never learned to fear sex.
I used to laugh at my mother’s Russian rituals, but now, I see them as a reminder of a home I’m in danger of forgetting.
If a signature scent represents the delineations of a person fully fleshed, perfume samples offer the liberty of a protean form.
A collection of baby names is like a taxonomy of hope, a kind of catechism for future lives scattered over the horizon.
Fascinated by Lou Reed’s New York, I moved to St. Mark’s Place two decades too late, and the sickness I got there followed me for years.
For a decade, the BDSM site Kink.com has filmed scenes for its more than 50,000 members in a hundred-year-old armory in downtown San Francisco. This year, the final erotic frames were shot on the premises.
Obsession will always be an attractive fresh hell for a person like me, a product of abandonment with a longing for attachment.