sangre, stranger

Graphic by Christopher Ikonomou (Xe/He) Hola, mija. The tinny speakerphone rings through our shoebox apartment; I look up at the sound and see that a work week’s worth of tension has melted from my mother’s shoulders now that she’s heard…

a queer friend in need

Graphic by Chrys Marr (She/They) sometimes you just need a queer friend in your life.  a queer friend that is always by your side. someone that checks on you to see if you’re okay. someone that is always there to listen…

Why I’m Rarely Home for the Holidays, and Why I’m Okay With That

I live in a house full of strangers. I call them my family, and the fact that I feel so obligated to do so makes me question how we decide to define that. When people hear that I don’t get…

The Reality of My Home

When I came out to my brother, he couldn’t understand why I seemed so scared to tell him. To him, it was clear-cut: if I was gay, then that was that, and how could I be any less than perfectly…