gender – the cavarchives

cavar, sarah, & the they we are

Several patches of sweetgrass, in the center of which stands a sign labeled "Hierochloe odorata."

This (k)new name, for me, is not a tie-cut but an invitation.

A hearty hand-flap for Mel Baggs

Mel Baggs, wearing glasses and a brown button-down shirt, faces the camera with a knitting project balanced on their chest. A grey and white cat sits perched on their shoulder.

Mel lived every day in direct defiance of death. As in, laughing heartily and heavily in the face of death, all between poems and blog posts and crochet patterns.

gender//mad zine is here!

Long time no talk! It’s been an incredibly busy month, with thesis work, coursework, independent writing projects, organization commitments, and my on-campus job combined producing absolute schedule chaos. Luckily, I’ve managed to find time to release the zine I’ve been working so hard on since the beginning of the summer! Gender//mad is a zine exploringContinue reading “gender//mad zine is here!”

returning & releasing

Painted rocks lined up to spell "uwu" and "trans rights"

“[T]hat’s what family is, at least to me. Being what we need to for each other, with each other, even if elements of it hurt.”

a convergence of passed/past lives

Mutually following some friends from high school leaves open the possibility for anyone to find me, forcing me to contend with the reality of my life’s non-segmentation. It forces me to contend with the fact that the segmentation is purely in my own mind, that it’s only in my own mind that my life comes in “eras,” and that I’m an extra in everyone else’s story with a long and continuous plot-line, not one that comes in parts or chapters.

buzzzzzz (changes in the scenery)

My home environment, though right now haunted by the final paper, due as late as May 16th, I have not yet turned in, is overwhelmingly more conducive to all forms of critical and creative thought than MHC was, if only because it acts as a change of scenery. I sit right now at my desk,Continue reading “buzzzzzz (changes in the scenery)”

In transit

A river surrounded on both sides by bare trees. The water becomes foamy in the places that hit rocks of several sizes, scattered liberally throughout the water.

As I write this, I sit in the Philadelphia airport, one that’s become very familiar to me over the last couple years –– I fly through here almost every time I go to Virginia to visit my partner, Ell. Despite initially having –– –– I just saw a guy drop his whole container of noodlesContinue reading “In transit”

trans(and/or?)butch

Anyone I’ve spoken to for an extended period of time this semester probably knows that this semester, I’m engaged in an independent study. Too complicated (or perhaps I’m just too long-winded!) for a quick and comprehensive elevator pitch, I usually say that I’m thinking about “butch (and/or) trans (and/or) masculine relationality, historically and today.” ButContinue reading “trans(and/or?)butch”

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