by Rei H.

From the time I started school, the divide between me and the other students was unbearable: I would dress like a boy, I couldn’t relate or hang out with other girls, and boys t...

by Brian

Ever since I was little, I knew something was wrong. I was different. I didn’t know exactly why, but I knew something was up. I never liked wearing dresses, tights, or anything,...

by Elliot Ryan

Story and Art by Elliot Ryan NOTE: This story was published on Tuesday, but the author submitted art for it later in the week. Since it was such a great story and the illustratio...

by Cody

Kansas City is an okay town. I still live in the area, but it wasn’t the best place to grow up when nature saw fit to give me a girly brain in a body with boy junk stuck on it. ...

by Heather Murphy

1.) I am a woman. 2.) I am married to a man. 3.) I work to defend queer youth rights and fight victimization. 4.) I am queer. 5.) I am bisexual. Most people hear the first two and...

by Jamila Khan

I remember Leslie. Leslie was the kickball and soccer star of Robert Semple Elementary, toughest kid on the playground, and I was her friend. I wasn’t tough, I was nerdy. I woul...

by Kate W.

FEATURED ARTIST – Brian Ness STORY by Kate W. I find my femininity sometimes, lurking, like the sticky film left when melted ice cream is too-quickly mopped up with an unclean s...