The Collection: Short Fiction from the Transgender Vanguard

by Tom Léger

dehumanizing act of misgendering his transgender brethren.

The Louse truly loved nothing more than to orally defecate superfluous amounts of useless information just for the sake of permeating the universe.

Something had changed, but yet nothing had.

Grief is a simple thing. At once there is something and then there isn’t. At times, this is crushing. At times not. At times the [ ] of another inspires the [ ] of the self. It is like that. It is like crying; crying in a very large room, without amplification.