Memories and Those Who Stayed

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Showing posts with label trangender narrative. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trangender narrative. Show all posts

57. Who Do They Talk To?

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  I don’t know whether Mrs. Littington knows about the man whose body was found in the basement. The body with my name. Maybe the lady wh...

56. Identification

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At least I haven’t seen any cops. Maybe it wouldn’t matter if I did. Could they make a positive ID of me? They couldn’t with that body i...

54. Omerta

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  The official reports called Adam’s death a suicide. Given the circumstances under which he was found, it wouldn’t—couldn’t—‘ve been rule...

51. From The Ground

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  Even if nobody here recognizes me, even if none of them recall me from the days when I lived on this block, I’ve got to get away as soon ...

50. More Stories

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  I suppose mother’d’ve wanted this. Or at least she wouldn’t’ve railed against it. But me, a part of me still wants to rescue her from i...

48, What They Knew

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  Some things are the same everywhere. Including here. People’re always afraid of what’s not there, or here. And then—guess what?—it hap...

44. Another Season

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Perhaps that winter wasn’t any longer or colder than any of the others. Or it could be that people here needed to remember it that way...

43. The Colors of Other Storms

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She never spoke of gathering clouds. Mother didn’t, either, but then she wasn’t one to speak about the weather. I didn’t understand why ...

40; Ce n'est pas important

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For a time, I was surprised that some of the women who attended my mother’s funeral, did. As far as I knew, my mother never saw or heard ...

39. Identity

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It’s still strange sometimes to be free of obligations. The person to whom I was married has no idea of where I am or what I’m doing. T...

38. Birth

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  Now that she’s gone, there’s one less date to remember: Mother’s Day. It’s the one and only holiday I cared about in any way. Whether o...

34. Destinies of Choice

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She doesn’t know I’m here now. I’ve never believed in ghosts, spirits or anything that’d wander whatever someone’d just left. I’m not s...

31. The Providers

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People’ve always accused me of not being thankful. Maybe they’re right. Some—sometimes the same people—have said that I’m grateful when o...

30. Memories and Those Who Stayed

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There’s very little—and very few people—I actually miss. Sometimes it seems that I had no choice, that if I tried to hold on to any pa...

29. Their Stories

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I’ve never been much of a storyteller. Sometimes I wonder whether it’s because I’ve never had any tales to tell or simply that I don’t ha...

28. J'accuse

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One thing I’ve noticed since I left this block: all of the sentences that began with “You aren’t…,” “You can’t…” or “You are not to..” ...

27. Time

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Now that I’m coming closer to my surgery, I realize that I am probably not going to become a better, wiser or more capable person, eve...