My mother had what some would call a “dirty” pregnancy, meaning my parents weren’t together and my father wasn’t in the picture...

A few months into my first year of college, my mother called my sister and me into her room. From the tone in her voice, anyone could...

My father was registered as a sex offender. Over time, my father lost all rights to see me, while my mother’s supervised visits were...

When I was growing up, the world of the LGBT community was almost strictly for homosexuals, and the idea of being transgender was taboo...

When I was a child, I would walk the streets of Lahore, Pakistan, while staring at the dusty pavement below. I did not want to look...

When I was born, I was assigned male. I grew up in a conservative, Christian suburb of Chicago, Illinois in the 1970s. In those Triassic...

It’s strange for me to look back on my old self, old photos, and old clothing. It’s like looking at someone else’s life that you’ve been...