Happy TDOV!!!

A special thank you to the trans women of color of Callen-Lorde Community Health Center NY, NY. Photo by William Nazareth, Directed and Produced by Christian Carmen Jane, Styled by Kamille Best, Production Support by Jonathan Santos- Ramos, Article by Christian Carmen Jane

Happy Birthday to The Cis Jungle!!!

Through my long journey into the depths of feminism and womanism I have learned and discovered myself in ways I did not have language to describe before. I am grateful for all of the women who have come before me. Those who have guided me and helped me understand my identities as a black woman... Continue Reading →

Black History Month

It is once again the final day of black history month. 26 times I have experienced this and it seems to reoccur every year with less and less significance. As we move to what a number have considered until recently (with the newest presidential election) a post racial society the stories, achievements and power of... Continue Reading →

A New Beginning

I’ve marinated in this for so long. Over the past 26 years I have stretched and evolved as a woman, as a black American and an invisible trans person. I think it’s finally time. People have discussed, suggested, urged and encouraged me to release a book. I’ve always thought I would but I am now... Continue Reading →

Contentment

Contentment |ken’tentment| noun A state of happiness and satisfaction I never knew beaches like this existed in New York. The sky coated in blackness. The moon glowing like a pearl right in front of you and I. Rays of light shine down from it like a UFO making its way to earth exposing just a... Continue Reading →

Shit Made Gold

For nine months I forgot. The hurt was so intense I stepped away from the one thing that always ground me; writing. The day I stepped away from writing I began to lose myself more and more and it became harder and became increasingly more difficult to pick up a pen (or a keyboard) and... Continue Reading →

Womanhood by Catherine Anderson

She slides over the hot upholstery of her mother's car, this schoolgirl of fifteen who loves humming & swaying with the radio. Her entry into womanhood will be like all the other girls'-- a cigarette and a joke, as she strides up with the rest to a brick factory where she'll sew rag rugs from... Continue Reading →

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