RT if you also wish ill upon JK Rowling.

My girlfriend while we wait at the Valvoline: “That’s the job I want: oil gremlin.”

In discussing with coworkers today how English seems to lack language to describe hoe persistently and utterly exhausted the last 3 months have left me in all aspects, we finally came up with a term that captures it.

I am bleached. Divested of color and vibrancy through caustic outside influence.

Even beyond the massive impact that this fundraiser has in supporting trans rights, the fact that my favorite MTG creator has chosen to use his platform to support people like me overwhelms me in ways I cannot begin to articulate.
I am so grateful to the MTG community for being my home for so long.

This is why trans misogyny is so violent: we are viewed as feminine sex objects that can be fetishized, while simultaneously rejecting our place in the male homo-romantic patriarchy. In the eyes of cishet men, we transform into that which they use, while reminding them of that which they love. 1/2

A reminder to trans folks: with the ramp up of government erasure of trans documents and data, it’s SO important to remember that one thing they can’t easily erase is your story. I don’t mean that in a metaphorical, “you’re valid” kind of way. I mean it literally.

Record your experiences. 1/?

No matter how many times I do it, I always get so excited and nervous before conducting an oral history interview. There’s something beautifully sacred about facilitating someone sharing their life experiences.

#oralhistory #transhistory #queerhistory #history #historian

As familiar as I am with how craven, honorless, and self-serving she is, even I didn't expect Brianna Wu to agitate for locking up trans activists.

I'd spit on her name, but it'd be a waste of spit. This is just plain evil.

My friend to me: “the fear of your [ttrpg] players may feed you, but it will not help you grow tits. Go eat something.”

You own books because you think they look pretty on your shelf, and because you like the feel of paper. I own books because I have a compulsive need to write notes in the margins that I will likely never refer back to.

We are not the same.

Ecstatic to share my newest (& fav!) pub: "Trans Sex Work in Colonial North America: A Herstory" 💗

It traces the phenomenological link between trans femininity & sex work across time, zooming in on three micro-histories of trans women from 1650 to 1840.

You can find it here: t.co/569TBIXXQl

There’s nothing better than when your job asks “hey, how would you feel about spending three or four days pouring through records at the Oregon historical Society archives?”

Truly my happy place. 🥰

Pet peeve of mine is when writers —especially comic writers— create an innocent or inherently good character and then either kill them to drive the narrative forward, or else the character will inevitably trade their hope and sincerity for cynicism.

Like, let kind people exist in fiction, FFS.

I wanted my first post to be something clever, or at least something, reflecting my work as a trans historian and scholar. Instead, tonight I’m posting that break ups are hard, dysphoria is a bitch, and the fact that hyperbolic time chambers don’t exist is blatantly transphobic.