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“Sometimes I feel like there’s a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean. The moon tonight, there’s a circle around it. Sign of trouble not far behind. I have this dream of being whole. Of not going to sleep each night, wanting. But still sometimes, when the wind is warm or the crickets sing… I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen. I don’t know.”

— Practical Magic (1998)

I’ll stay in Today by Chukwu Adaeze

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If you are trans and received piss poor care from Planned Parenthood in Los Angeles, please DM me.

Im looking to collect accounts from fellow trans people who experienced denial of care or dehumanization whilst receiving treatment at PP—it does not have to be related to gender affirming treatment. Any testimony about poor treatment or misgendering is important.

A lot of people (rightly) support PP for their important work in reproductive justice but that doesn’t mean they are above reproach or that it excuses them from being shitty to marginalized people who come to them for care.

If you feel comfortable speaking to me, im looking to write and publish an article highlighting the perils of navigating the healthcare system as a trans person, specifically around reproductive healthcare and how entities like PP do little to improve their bedside manner/treat us with basic dignity and profit socially and financially because they gave us trans people a little healthcare as a treat. I want to stress that our conversations will remain confidential

We deserve better. We deserve to survive.

Samanid, underglazed, slip-painted pottery bowls.

10th century, Iran

Courtesy Alain Truong

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She fitted in my arms, she always had, and the shock of holding her caused me to feel that my arms had been empty since she had been away.

– James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

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“As they become known and accepted to ourselves, our feelings, and the honest exploration of them, become sanctuaries and fortresses and spawning grounds for the most radical and daring of ideas, the house of difference so necessary to change and the conceptualization of any meaningful action. Right now, I could name at least ten ideas I would have once found intolerable or incomprehensible and frightening, except as they came after dreams and poems. This is not idle fantasy, but the true meaning of “it feels right to me.” We can train ourselves to respect our feelings, and to discipline (transpose) them into a language that matches those feelings so they can be shared. And where that language does not yet exist, it is our poetry which helps to fashion it. Poetry is not only dream or vision, it is the skeleton architecture of our lives.”

— From the essay ‘Poetry Is Not a Luxury’ in Audre Lorde’s Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches (1984)

Zentyatze Echeverria shot by Enrique Leyva