I mentioned on Instagram a week ago that sometimes I write lists of things I know to be unequivocally true as a sort of grounding exercise and a few people asked for details and to see an example so here it is! I literally just sit down, title it “Things I know Read more…
Dear mom. I know that a lot has been going on. I just got out of rehab, I ‘m asking you to call me your son, and I want to move out. And it seems like a lot is about to happen. I know that surgery is scary and I Read more…
Leave me alone with my words, My pen and black leather-bound journal. Leave me in the sky, where I belong. The clouds are enough to make me rumble, turn my thoughts into thunder. Leave me with the ocean, Where the rise and crash of the waves will conquer the rhythm of Read more…
2015.10.15 // 2016.01.23 Last night I had one notification on Facebook: “[my mother’s name] listed you as her son.” Most kids would probably just be astounded that their parent even knew how to do that. Old people, right? But to me, it meant so much more. Being her son isn’t Read more…
Check out my video of this poem! About eight months ago, I began coming out as transgender. I’ve received overwhelming support. So many “I will always love yous,” and “you’re just Schuylers,” and “whatever makes you happys,” This time, I’m standing in her room, the sobs just having taken over Read more…
2015.01.18 Pull your oversized sweatshirt down over your hips. But big pants and sag them down low. Wear a couple sports bras. Or a binder that lifts your spirits… but crushes your ribs. Don’t speak because they’ll hear the little girl who hides in your heart. Don’t tell them Read more…
I look in the mirror and I see my shoulder muscles ripple a bit as I pull off the too-small swim suit. Suddenly, I’ve overcome with some sort of pride: How can this be so simple? I smile and keep undressing. Now the boy in the mirror is bare; he Read more…