As the Dust Settles

I've had a difficult relationship with my mother most of my life. It took me some years to sort out that I was probably not the worse child ever, and had some legitimate grievances about our relationship. From my early teens until a few years ago, I semi-regularly asked my mum to see a family … Continue reading As the Dust Settles

30 years later…

I was in grade 1 when my mum explained how terrified she was for her kids' future because of the sex we were assigned at birth. I already knew my body was a political battleground; the year before, she had spoken extensively about abortion in the lead up to its decriminalisation. The personal had always … Continue reading 30 years later…

Don’t Derail the Narrative of Violent Deaths

We don't usually learn through hate, or violence, and we shouldn't. We learn through dialogue, non-violent experience, self-reflection, and so on. We don't need transphobia around for cis people to learn about trans folks. The Holocaust didn't occur for us to learn not to be antisemitic. We don't need terrorist attacks to learn not to … Continue reading Don’t Derail the Narrative of Violent Deaths