Once, I lost a person very close to me; so close, that she was part of me: my best friend and my mate and lover. It happened thirteen years ago (but it could have been yesterday; or even today, because I’m still losing her every day of my life), and she is not in any… Continue reading Every Day of Remembrance – Speaking with the dead
‘Kids who Die’ by Langston Hughes – 1938 A timeless, powerful and deeply moving piece of poetry, very well recited by Danny Glover (even if he omits a few verses: exactly 10; I don’t know why, because the poem is not long, and these lines are not dispensable.) . This is for the kids who… Continue reading Kids who die
I bet that many, if not all, trans persons have been called ‘weirdos’ (or an equivalent term in their own tongue) some times in their life. Well, I have been; so much that I learned to like the word and, even more, the concept itself. Here there is a comic strip by Bill Watterson that… Continue reading I am transgender. So, am I a weirdo…?