MEGAN THEE STALLION attends the 2024 Planned Parenthood Of Greater New York Gala (April 16)

I’ve finally breached a milestone in a career path that I’ve fancied since the fourth grade. I have been traditionally published in a respectable literary magazine! Not for some pretentious criticism, but for my fiction — my art, in its purest form.

A friend (trans-male) impressed upon me the other day:

“This is a huge victory for you, but it’s also a huge victory for the trans community … that a story about our people — our young people, the most contentious group of us in a country attacking our very existence — is so indisputably good that it is in a literary magazine.”

I was humbled. He went on.

“It will always be a battle to get cis-het people to read about our people, to really care about us, especially when racism meets transphobia. That doesn’t mean it’s not a battle that isn’t worth fighting.”

I’ve finally breached a milestone in a career path that I’ve fancied since the fourth grade. I have been traditionally published in a respectable literary magazine! Not for some pretentious criticism, but for my fiction — my art, in its purest form.

A friend (trans-male) impressed upon me the other day:

“This is a huge victory for you, but it’s also a huge victory for the trans community … that a story about our people — our young people, the most contentious group of us in a country attacking our very existence — is so indisputably good that it is in a literary magazine.”

I was humbled. He went on.

“It will always be a battle to get cis-het people to read about our people, to really care about us, especially when racism meets transphobia. That doesn’t mean it’s not a battle that isn’t worth fighting.”

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Excerpted from The Life Of Alma, hailed as a “brilliantly realized work of art”! Take a look.

"A.T. has given us peeks into Alma’s life before, into a world of trans House culture and NYC street life … and now P&P readers get a first look at a brilliantly realized work of art. If you haven’t met Alma, please dive in."

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Megan’s Instagram Update (June 29, 2023)

“A.T. has given us peeks into Alma’s life before, into a world of trans House culture and NYC street life … and now P&P readers get a first look at a brilliantly realized work of art. If you haven’t met Alma, please dive in.” - James Finn, Columnist for the L.A. Blade, Editor of Prism & Pen

A serialized short story excerpted from “The Life Of Alma: 1992″ told from the POV of an Afro-Latina transwoman navigating life, house-culture, love, and survival in New York City in the early 90s.

Support minority artists writing minority character driven work! ✨💖✨ Plz share if you can! You can also find an unbroken version of this excerpt on my blog: Metallically Black

The fact that Italian Wedding is even on this list feels like an attack. I could never 🤢

I HAVE THE POWER OF THE POLL AND SO...

These are really basic soups and I would've added more, but there was a limit. I'm tagging @rillette because they love soup :)

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The lack of free time to cultivate those especially creative ideas that make my work unique and artistically valuable. THAT’S the problem that I wish I could fix.

Even though she had been relegated to sleeping on the floor of the double-bed hotel room that the seven of them shared, took cold showers in the morning, and ate snacks from the vending machine for dinner, the last two nights had been a revelation. She had never left New York before, and being entrenched in the magical atmosphere of Philadelphia’s underground gay community riveted her to goosebumps. It was familiar in all of the tender ways and distinct enough from Harlem and Lower Manhattan to feel brilliantly unique. But it was watching her sisters perform on those dark, secret stages under dim spotlights that left her without breath. Her toothy smile, stupid and pure, was proof of it, and her pulsing chest, as if she were still struggling to catch air.

It was hard to understand why, but there was something beautiful about the way that the orange glow of sodium-vapor lamps gleamed against the windows of the bus. They seemed to make the station appear darker than it really was and to attract every flying insect in the city, but the way that they reflected in the pools of water on the concrete made Alma’s skin tingle.