Tag Archives: alone

stuck between a sandwich and a queer place

I was a bender from the start: letting my female playmates choose their imaginary personas first, knowing very well they would hop on the opportunity to clinch the “the girl”, “the mom”, “the damsel in distress”, just so I could … Continue reading

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culturally queer

My parents never forget to remind of their good intentions: “We say this because we love you.” But with so much of my life hidden from their peripheries, I wonder if they can fathom the thought of their little girl … Continue reading

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the smallest minority

True story: Waiting for the bus one morning, I overheard a mama talking to her 5 year old daughter: “There are so many different kinds of people in the world, right baby?” Chewing a mouthful of cold smore poptarts, she … Continue reading

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