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When I was about 16, I decided that I wasn’t real. I don’t remember much of the details of those days, for better and worse. But I recall the certainty I felt then, the concreteness of my refusal. I simply stopped accepting the world. The things I experienced
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The epidermis of an android is the part of its body most similar to the humans it was built to emulate; it is also, not coincidentally, the part most frequently in congress with the outside world. Humanoid skin is the android’s armor of subjectivity. It is the quality which
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In queer circles, ‘Detransition’ is a dirty word. The reasons we feel such anxiety over this particular topic are fairly understandable: over the last decade, right-wing interests have held up examples (real or imagined) of detransitioners to undermine the very basis of transition care. We are told horror stories of
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I apologize too much. My first memory of making an apology was in elementary school. I must’ve been in second or third grade- young enough to understand, at some fundamental level, that something was catastrophically different about me, but not old enough to understand what it was, or that