Tonight at The Sanctuary, the young ones spread manga across the table and taught the elders how to read backward. Bara. Yuri. Gemstone characters who shatter and rebuild. #Queer #Trans #LGBTQ #Manga #AnimePride #ChosenFamily #QueerLit

The Drawn World
The Drawn World

The Safety of a Queer Space

Wendy The Druid

https://thistleandmoss.com/p/the-drawn-world

A twenty-one-year-old kid from rural nowhere teaching a mountain of a man from deep Georgia how to read Japanese comics in a queer bar basement. That's the whole story. That's the whole revolution. Scissors and tape on a bedroom wall, updated for a generation that draws its own mirrors. #QueerFiction #LGBTQ #MangaCulture #ChosenFamily #QueerArt #TransLiterature

The Drawn World

The Safety of a Queer Space

Wendy The Druid

This is why it is important to build a chosen family, connections you can turn to when you feel like things are a bit too rough or the days are a bit too taxing.
https://medium.com/prismnpen/my-digital-chosen-family-being-a-queer-pen-pal-afa0bd3b0313?sk=424a59bba02b765b6312602ede91ee6d

#LGBTQ #Family #ChosenFamily #Friends #Queer

My Digital Chosen Family: Being a Queer Pen Pal

About a platform that’s filled my life with friends

Medium
I’ve always believed a door should open more than once.

Hospitality was never just about tea and polite conversation. It’s about making space. About allowing more than one story to exist under the same roof. More than one connection. More than one kind of closeness.

Those coral flip-flops by the door aren’t mine.
They aren’t my girlfriend’s either.

And that makes me smile.

They mean someone else stepped in and felt at ease. Not just at the table, but in the softer corners of our place. In the spaces where you don’t perform, where you sit closer, where you stay longer.

Some people guard love like it’s limited.
We’ve learned it expands.

Our door opens easily.
So do we.

#openhearted

#presence

#hospitality

#connection

#chosenfamily

By Christmas Eve ’94, I’d already learned that there are several ways to be homeless without sleeping on a sidewalk. Couch-hopping, car-sleeping, staying too long at your boyfriend’s, getting fired for looking like the wrong kind of tired. I’d done them all.
https://medium.com/prismnpen/how-a-southern-queer-family-rescued-me-on-christmas-eve-7e54e27bd866?sk=eb1ba0dd8f963d001f22acca1cf83df1

#LGBTQ #Memoir #Gay #1990s #ChosenFamily

Planting Life in a Dying City

Left alone after a tsunami destroyed eir village, Lefeng would have walked into the mountains and not looked back. A child lost on the trails redirected eir course and another survivor planted the seed of an idea – a new family. Lefeng's commitment to those ey comes to love will take em to the hated city and a new way of life. But in a slowly dying city, Lefeng's determination can only carry eir family so far.

Now on Itchio:
https://jess-mahler.itch.io/planting-life-in-a-dying-city

#Queer #Books #ChosenFamily #Fantasy

May I present my humble offering to anyone seeking a cozy sci-fi read?
Weaving In The Ends, a novella duology that starts with a summer fling & ends in a comedic Winter Solstice brawl.

It's a feel-good chosen family story that can be read as a standalone, or as an easy springboard into the world of 2 connected novels.
Print, ebook, & audio

https://books2read.com/WeavingInTheEnds

#Writing #Reading #Books #ScienceFiction #Romance #ChosenFamily #KnittingFiction

Happy New Year, friends. 🎉

Before anything else, thank you, especially to the people who have supported me through this journey. The messages, check-ins, reassurance, and quiet consistency. You have helped me get through the hard stretches more than you probably realize.

Going into this new year, I want to share a few things I am holding with a full heart. I recently switched to estradiol injections, and that is a bigger deal for me than it might sound. I am genuinely afraid of needles. I still cannot look when my blood is drawn, and I have never gotten a tattoo for the same reason. But for my HRT, I found a way to push through that fear, and I am proud of myself for doing something that used to feel impossible.

After over a year on waitlists, I finally had one of my SRS consults, and I have another one scheduled for next year. And yes, I am scared, but I have done my research, watched so many videos of other people's experiences (including the surgery itself), and after talking with the surgeon, I have rarely felt this sure about anything. I am genuinely excited for this milestone, because I know it is going to help my mental health and overall well being in a way I have needed for a long time.

Today I also got on the waitlist for FFS, even though the consult is way out in 2029. It is a lot to sit with, but it is still forward movement, and I am trying to let that count.

Even with all of that, I want to name something harder, too. The vast majority of my friends and family have given me their full support, and I am deeply grateful for that. But I also have to say goodbye to my college best friend. After I came out to her, I received textbook transphobia, followed by a promise that we would work things out. I sent her a heartfelt email explaining that this is the real me, and she promised she would respond, but that answer never came, not for the past six months. I put the ball on her side and went no contact, and now I need to do myself a favor and close that chapter for good. It hurts a lot, but I cannot keep putting time and effort into a clearly one-sided relationship.

To everyone who has supported me, and everyone reading this: I hope the new year is gentle with you, and that you feel loved, safe, and supported. Happy New Year. 💛

#TransJoy #TransHealthcare #NewYears #ChosenFamily