Because of the intersecting parts of my identity, being Black, AFAB (assigned female at birth), queer, trans, atheist/antitheist, and autistic, I describe myself to be a relationship Rubik’s cube.
I have endured marginalization from my earliest memory. I have to fight to be heard every moment of every day. I have never experienced a second that I wasn’t aware of my intersectionality.
Family is more than just a biological relation. For those who never fit in their family of origin, found family is salvation.
This post focuses on decoupling feelings of injustice and misogyny from gender identity. If you want the quick version: It’s hard.
Gee’s aunt was killed in a plane crash, and years later, she is still getting to know her aunt and how very much they had in common as she learns to embrace herself as trans and autistic.
A whole family emerges from the wreckage of gay conversion therapy, anti-autistic ABA therapy, and social oppression to find its heart and soul together.
Be yourself… What does that mean? How do you know when you are not yourself? What are the steps you can take to be yourself?
Gee didn’t know she was transgender for most of her life. Here are the signs she missed.
When DuplexStructure heard the song “Otherside” in 2000, it resonated with her. It took her twenty years of listening to the song to know why.
When is something scientific, and when is it time to call shenanigans? Wendy Katz explores ROGD as it makes its rounds through the autistic community.
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