
Kay Ulanday Barrett
Right to release For the longest time, I dreaded bathrooms, the bleach singing nostrils, I pictured my brown mama in every white person’s house, scrubbing tile making what other people took for granted, shine. In airports, I clench my bladder. in public anywhere, I hold it until a 3rd floor walk up can turn bloody. There’s a story every trans person … Continue reading Kay Ulanday Barrett