"You played like a boy." My mother said. It's how she "always knew."
Yet, family gave me dolls. Each I hid in a large storage container under my wardrobe. I dreamt they built a colony there, a small democratic society of Barbies, preparing for war against the giant that lived beyond their borders. I dreamt they stormed my ankles, stabbing my toes as I swung my legs to the floor. These Lilliputians scaled my calves with spiked shoes and tiny hooks, overwhelming me. They declared my room part of their sovereign territory, and I became a mountain to summit daily.
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Thank you, Shirley!
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I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
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