Words by HARRISON JOHNSTONE Art by CASSIE STEVENS
When lame was cool, punks played trumpets and edgy teens expressed themselves through a dance called skanking – third wave ska headlined a decade, checkered suspenders and all.
A little under a year ago, I was diagnosed with coeliac disease. This devastating announcement seemed like the end of the world to me – a die-hard fan of pizza, pasta, pastry, cake, biscuits, scones…you get the idea.
Have you ever wanted to be somewhere, just, not here?
I’ve always been what you’d call an expert on the human expression, a creative genius, if you will – not that I’ve ever been one to blow my own trumpet.
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When was the last time you praised yourself? When was the last time you praised yourself to someone else – not on text, phone call or Snapchat?
As a transgender man, I am very used to questions. As a disempowered minority, I am just as good at answering them.