TEARS

ON TELLING MY MOTHER ABOUT MY GIRLFRIEND

On a cold, brightly lit train from New York to Boston, I went over and over the words I would say to mother to explain my new relationship with a…

BECOMING: HELLO I’M ANDREW

Sitting down to write an account of the last two weeks as Andrew has been a difficult task, so much has happened in obvious ways, like changing my clothes and…

Yesterday the 64th Berlin International Film Festival (Berlinale) fired the starting pistol. During 10 days filmophiles will have the opportunity to enjoy various feature films, documentaries, shorts and retro classics…

BECOMING: AN ART PROJECT

BECOMING: THE PROJECT About three months ago while causally reading the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders V (published in May last year) as research for a new…

3MM

When your cold blade touched my naked neck for the first time a shiver overcame my scalp, my spine the thin fine hair that covers my body erected all at…

LADIES WELCOME

The little girl is five years old. Kindergarten, at most, I suppose. She’s wearing a blue dress with red motifs, if I remember correctly. “Why are you wearing a dress?…

THE DESTRUCTIVE POWER OF BOREDOM

You’ve seen it before. It made your mother cover all the walls of your working-class family apartment with her framed cross-stitched embroidery copied from the Burda magazine. It makes your…

YOU, GENDER FUCKER

Driving around Monterrey, Mexico. the taxi driver glances at me through the mirror. although I stare back at him he doesn’t stop. he repeats it a couple of more times,…

WOR(L)DLESS

Night clubs are fascinatingly wordless. Like a birth, Frightfully non-verbal. The pre-linguistic music, the mute people Trying to conceale their smells, scars, souls, Trying to pretend they have smells, scars,…