Portrait of Alaleh
Portrait of Alaleh
Portrait of Wendy
Portrait of Wendy

“When I said goodbye to my uncle at the airport, he told me. “I will see you at your wedding.” I couldn’t say a word because I wasn’t sure whether I could still have a wedding. Or if I could, could I invite him?

Portrait of Sylvia
Portrait of Sylvia
 As a pansexual women, I feel the label of my identity is much more for other people then it is for me. I have never had to come out to myself. I feel like I have to pick a label for the ease of other people, even though pansexuality itself I see as

As a pansexual women, I feel the label of my identity is much more for other people then it is for me. I have never had to come out to myself. I feel like I have to pick a label for the ease of other people, even though pansexuality itself I see as a word to describe a label free orientation.

Portrait of Sophya
Portrait of Sophya

beep boop bop pow!!!

Never deny your intuition! you know yourself more than anyone else could! Look past all that self-doubt you’re grown accustomed to and really lean in to who you are. People are durable, and your identity is too!!!

Portrait of Lucas
Portrait of Lucas
Portrait of Reagan
Portrait of Reagan

I thought I was queer, but really I’m your pussy eating, big titty, sacrilegious Femme Fatal.

Portrait of Owen
Portrait of Owen

The best thing I’ve done for myself, getting top surgery, made my body so perfect in my eyes but my body is now a political artifact, and people think they’re allowed to comment on it. I love my scars. They’re my battle scars of years of denying myself my truth and my needs. My scars don’t make me scary. I now live life 100% rather than putting so much effort into hiding. I’m just a badass goofball with some scars. They tell a story.

Portrait of Olivia
Portrait of Olivia

What is queer? That is the question. I’m me, let me be me. Smile, laugh, be happy, with me. Love me, hug me because I am just so much you too.

Portrait of Muna
Portrait of Muna
Portrait of Lexie
Portrait of Lexie

The world wants to make me believe that my queerness - my transness is wrong, unacceptable, or not enough - but I AM QUEER JOY!

Portrait of Kenzie
Portrait of Kenzie

Sweet sweet sweet

Oh, yes, I am and so are you.

Tell me until your face turns blue.

Passionately, undeniably, mouth-wateringly sweet.

Portrait of Muna
Portrait of Muna
 Here or there. I ask myself this often. “In between,” I say out loud in the long nights. Yes, I think I am okay with being nothing & everything all @ the same time. In between … In between..

Here or there. I ask myself this often. “In between,” I say out loud in the long nights. Yes, I think I am okay with being nothing & everything all @ the same time. In between … In between..

Portrait of Beven
Portrait of Beven

I treat my queerness like I treat my hair - with love, joy, and individuality. ‘cuz why be straight… when you can be QUEER + CURLY?!

Portrait of Lucy
Portrait of Lucy
Portrait of Gabriel
Portrait of Gabriel

IN MY OWN SKIN

Not knowing how to describe with words how I feel is unsettling bc I want to say it out loud. I want to understand myself to feel comfortable.

Portrait of Avery
Portrait of Avery

Sometimes I want to disappear. Take my (a)sexuality and hide away from the world. But other times I want to be so big. It is me. Sometimes I want to be me.

Portrait of Adrian
Portrait of Adrian
 I was (am?) scared  to be soft around others,   to let the history — the  parts of me — ooze out of  the body. Do you see me now?  See these curves, see this soft?  Choke on it.

I was (am?) scared

to be soft around others,

to let the history — the

parts of me — ooze out of

the body. Do you see me now?

See these curves, see this soft?

Choke on it.

Queer Journey Book
Portrait of Alaleh
Portrait of Wendy
Portrait of Sylvia
 As a pansexual women, I feel the label of my identity is much more for other people then it is for me. I have never had to come out to myself. I feel like I have to pick a label for the ease of other people, even though pansexuality itself I see as
Portrait of Sophya
Portrait of Lucas
Portrait of Reagan
Portrait of Owen
Portrait of Olivia
Portrait of Muna
Portrait of Lexie
Portrait of Kenzie
Portrait of Muna
 Here or there. I ask myself this often. “In between,” I say out loud in the long nights. Yes, I think I am okay with being nothing & everything all @ the same time. In between … In between..
Portrait of Beven
Portrait of Lucy
Portrait of Gabriel
Portrait of Avery
Portrait of Adrian
 I was (am?) scared  to be soft around others,   to let the history — the  parts of me — ooze out of  the body. Do you see me now?  See these curves, see this soft?  Choke on it.
Portrait of Alaleh
Portrait of Wendy

“When I said goodbye to my uncle at the airport, he told me. “I will see you at your wedding.” I couldn’t say a word because I wasn’t sure whether I could still have a wedding. Or if I could, could I invite him?

Portrait of Sylvia

As a pansexual women, I feel the label of my identity is much more for other people then it is for me. I have never had to come out to myself. I feel like I have to pick a label for the ease of other people, even though pansexuality itself I see as a word to describe a label free orientation.

Portrait of Sophya

beep boop bop pow!!!

Never deny your intuition! you know yourself more than anyone else could! Look past all that self-doubt you’re grown accustomed to and really lean in to who you are. People are durable, and your identity is too!!!

Portrait of Lucas
Portrait of Reagan

I thought I was queer, but really I’m your pussy eating, big titty, sacrilegious Femme Fatal.

Portrait of Owen

The best thing I’ve done for myself, getting top surgery, made my body so perfect in my eyes but my body is now a political artifact, and people think they’re allowed to comment on it. I love my scars. They’re my battle scars of years of denying myself my truth and my needs. My scars don’t make me scary. I now live life 100% rather than putting so much effort into hiding. I’m just a badass goofball with some scars. They tell a story.

Portrait of Olivia

What is queer? That is the question. I’m me, let me be me. Smile, laugh, be happy, with me. Love me, hug me because I am just so much you too.

Portrait of Muna
Portrait of Lexie

The world wants to make me believe that my queerness - my transness is wrong, unacceptable, or not enough - but I AM QUEER JOY!

Portrait of Kenzie

Sweet sweet sweet

Oh, yes, I am and so are you.

Tell me until your face turns blue.

Passionately, undeniably, mouth-wateringly sweet.

Portrait of Muna

Here or there. I ask myself this often. “In between,” I say out loud in the long nights. Yes, I think I am okay with being nothing & everything all @ the same time. In between … In between..

Portrait of Beven

I treat my queerness like I treat my hair - with love, joy, and individuality. ‘cuz why be straight… when you can be QUEER + CURLY?!

Portrait of Lucy
Portrait of Gabriel

IN MY OWN SKIN

Not knowing how to describe with words how I feel is unsettling bc I want to say it out loud. I want to understand myself to feel comfortable.

Portrait of Avery

Sometimes I want to disappear. Take my (a)sexuality and hide away from the world. But other times I want to be so big. It is me. Sometimes I want to be me.

Portrait of Adrian

I was (am?) scared

to be soft around others,

to let the history — the

parts of me — ooze out of

the body. Do you see me now?

See these curves, see this soft?

Choke on it.

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