Nicole Lane: Where are you from? When did you begin illustrating?
Nanna Prieler : I was born in a small, idyllic village in the mountains of southern Austria. 786 more words
i never could taste the bitterness of decaf coffee until the barista at the cafe on the first floor of the MSU library handed me a cup with the word “ma’am” attached to it, and now every sip of every coffee i take fills my teeth with grounds that taste nothing of the robust heartiness of non-binarism for me, but instead taste of the time i was sitting in my bathtub, not seven years old, newly indoctrinated into Forest Hills, when my mom found me chopping my hair and saying “i’m not a girl i want to play boy i’m not a girl,” to which she fabricated a lie about it being against the law to hold scissors until you are twenty years of age, and i wiped my soaked face with my chopped off hair, thinking the police would come get me because i wanted to play boy, and no matter how much caramel and whipped cream i pour into my coffee it will never stop tasting of that moment it will never stop tasting of that moment when my mother made it illegal for me to be a boy… 65 more words