“To forget how you tasted those leggy afternoons when our bodies spilled like wine across the floor, is to admit a hawk into the house. Is to wring a rag of water. When I’m in the thicket with my smaller hungers, I don’t need to know every cave and what it stores, cool and damp, for you. I don’t need to know how many nests are lined with your hair. There’s nothing tame about twilight, this old song shaking the sweetgum leaves— when I thirst I dream like a violin waiting the bow.”
— Amie Whittemore, from “Nocturne,” Birmingham Poetry Review (no. 49, Spring 2022)
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.
Twilight pendant
Quilters. Photographs by Henry Groskinsky (1971)
running errands like kurt vonnegut
Zentyatze Echeverria shot by Enrique Leyva