Author Archives: Brodhi

The cruelty is subtle. [On anti-homeless architecture] You avert your eyes. You ignore them when they speak to you. You refuse to help out by donating money, worrying that they’ll use the money to buy drugs or booze, as if you don’t spend money on distractions of a different sort. You’d rather they starve thenContinue reading “The cruelty is subtle”

I heard my birth name for the first time in years today. it’s a rare name that caused me a great deal of emotional pain. It was a label that was forced on me for 18 years that never fit. Hearing it, even when it’s directed at someone else, brought back all the old feelingsContinue reading “Birth name”

This week I had the absolute pleasure of playing the role of ‘Victor’ a kit kat dancer in the show ‘Caberet’ produced by Imaginary Theatricals in Los Angeles, CA. We rehearsed for four days, Monday June 3-Thursday June 6, and had 3 performances June 7, 8 & 9th. This was my first time acting inContinue reading “Cabaret”

My cat Henry has been uncharacteristically aloof lately. Last night we were having an exceptionally wonderful cuddle and I had a revaluation: Henry was acting aloof because he was aloof! My formally cuddly sidekick was telling me that after 4 months of therapy I’ve learned enough coping skills that I don’t need Him to beContinue reading “TIME KEEPS TICKING”

A friend of mine tweeted this and it got me thinking about how I squeeze self-care into my busy schedule and how I use it to heal and grow as a Queer transgender human being. These are my thoughts on how to incorporate self-care into a busy queer schedule: 1. MEDITATION: First thing in theContinue reading “Self care in a busy life”

February 2017 It’s like I’m stuck and the whole world is blurring right past me. Like I’m a ghost and no one sees. It’s this feeling of trying to breathe underwater. It makes me feel small, but like I’m floating in a huge black empty universe. The edges are blurred. There’s no sound. Just darkness.Continue reading “Feeling Blurry”

QUEER! I fucking love this word. It gave me a home when I was trying to hold it together as a gay transgender man. The word Queer was used to oppress me as a child and now it lifts me up and reminds me of how strong I am. To me Queer is always capitalizedContinue reading “What being Queer means to me.”

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