Transgender

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse apartment, a relentless rhythm mirroring the pounding in my chest. Three men, myself included, were sprawled across the plush velvet sofa,…

The rain hammered against the windows of the commuter train, blurring the city lights into streaks of neon and despair. It was late, nearing midnight, and the carriage was mostly…

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the barn, a relentless, primal rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my heart. The air hung thick and humid, smelling…