Chronicles of a Queern
Empty seats Are these shadows or mirage I see? People, scents, whispers. I am part of the crowd, but can they see me? An illusion only I can discern? A Silhouette against the wall Passersby […]
Empty seats Are these shadows or mirage I see? People, scents, whispers. I am part of the crowd, but can they see me? An illusion only I can discern? A Silhouette against the wall Passersby […]
Transdiverse people are both inspired and affected by various circumstances in our lives. Every day is a struggle, many of us continue to succumb to hate crimes, most of us are wallowing in abject poverty […]