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March 20, 2020

            You stand in front of your closet, frantically tearing articles of clothing from their hangers and laying them on your bed, your heart churning. Ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum. A regular two-beat rhythm pulses quickly yet softly in your chest, so paradoxical that you...

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July 13, 2018

I’m sitting alone with a woman at the LGBT center before the nurse comes in to draw my blood. She’s asking me some questions about my sexual history. Eventually we get to talking about the asexual discussion group that I had started. She asks me if there would be a min...

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March 20, 2020


That’s all I wish.

For you to hold tightly to the crushed velvet and blood

That calls for you.

Sanguine takes some getting used to,

But you won’t regret it.

Actually, I’m sure you will

Because ragged glass is nestled inside,

Ready to cut if you search too deep.

“Keep at t...

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March 20, 2020

Medium: Digital Art

Size: 595 x 842 pixels (A4 dimensions)

This piece was inspired by Mitski's song, “My Body's Made Of Crushed Little Stars,” presenting an alternative explanation to Zoe's nonbinary gender as something nebulous, unexplainable, and joyful. 



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