I was born twice.
The second birth came late — after a long marriage, raising children, and decades of quiet unhappiness that no amount of “doing the right thing” could fix.
https://medium.com/prismnpen/roads-we-never-thought-wed-take-1dfbf2bbf3c9
I was born twice.
The second birth came late — after a long marriage, raising children, and decades of quiet unhappiness that no amount of “doing the right thing” could fix.
https://medium.com/prismnpen/roads-we-never-thought-wed-take-1dfbf2bbf3c9
When changing my child's diaper, I was asked...plainly......
"Where did you learn that?" Mary asked, watching from the doorway with a mixture of surprise and something else—something that looked dangerously like understanding.
"Just instinct, I guess," I mumbled, but the lie tasted bitter on my tongue.
https://thistleandmoss.com/p/my-house-of-pain-the-love-that-survived-my-worst-betrayal
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You know this isn't you. Stop pretending. Let me out. Wendy's voice, always there in the darkest corners of my mind, whispering truths I couldn't bear to hear. For years, Id put headphones, earbuds, or just speakers in my office dungeon, cranked up, to drown her out.
https://thistleandmoss.com/p/my-house-of-pain-the-wounds-i-inflicted
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Walt’s fists—always closed, never open—were meat mallets tenderizing whatever flesh they found. They left constellations of purple-black galaxies blooming beneath my skin, each bruise a dark star born of violence. Whatever he felt comfortable using on me, he used without hesitation or remorse.
https://thistleandmoss.com/p/my-house-of-pain-blood-versus-beast
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At night, I'd watch her through cracked doorways, her silhouette hunched and trembling, and wonder which version of my mother would greet me in the morning - the one whose fingers would gently brush my hair, or the one whose hands would clench into fists at the slightest provocation. The uncertainty gnawed at my insides like hungry rats.
https://thistleandmoss.com/p/my-house-of-pain-the-devil-you-don-t-know
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Years later, when I finally claimed my identity as a trans woman, stepping into the light of who I'd always been, I felt Helen's hands guiding mine, heard her voice whispering encouragement. The woman who never had language for what I was had somehow given me permission to find that language for myself....
https://thistleandmoss.com/p/my-house-of-pain-the-woman-a-child-once-loved
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Helen, the woman who saved me. Or at least she tried to.
"Add more flour, but, do it gently," she'd scold, her voice warm despite the sharp edges. "You're not building a damn wall—you're coaxing something into being." Then she'd laugh, that throaty sound that made you believe in tomorrow even when today was crushing your spirit.
https://thistleandmoss.com/p/my-house-of-pain-the-woman-only-wendy-knew
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This is the first queer space story, a story with alot of queer coding in it and references to characters who are all actual people who have been in my life. So when you read any queer space story that I have written, this is where it all started.
https://thistleandmoss.com/p/my-house-of-pain-the-safety-of-a
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I tell people not to read it. Because its a painful experience to re-live. But it is a reality that is my life.
It starts here, and it goes down hill from there.
This is my story, my origin, my beginning. I hope the end is better that how it started.
https://thistleandmoss.com/p/my-house-of-pain-prologue
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Comment le coming out, à l’origine un acte politique et collectif est-il progressivement devenu purement intime et individualiste ? Est-il contraint par une mise en scène qui ne fait que souligner le caractère minoritaire et honteux de nos désirs ? Comment repenser ce geste qui se retrouve aujourd’hui réduit à un symbole personnel ou médiatique, souvent récupéré par le capitalisme et la culture de masse ? On en parle avec Florent Manelli qui vient de publier un essai mêlant expériences intimes et productions universitaires : Au delà du placard. Renverser la honte, repenser l'intime aux éditions Les liens qui libèrent