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There Is No Entrance Exam for Womanhood
Sometimes the hardest person to convince that you belong is yourself. A personal reflection on missed girlhood, femininity, gender expression and learning that womanhood does not require proof.https://queerdispatch.org/2026/09/13/there-is-no-entrance-exam-for-womanhood/
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There Is No Entrance Exam for Womanhood
Sometimes the hardest person to convince that you belong is yourself. A personal reflection on missed girlhood, femininity, gender expression and learning that womanhood does not require proof.https://queerdispatch.org/2026/09/13/there-is-no-entrance-exam-for-womanhood/
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There Is No Entrance Exam for Womanhood
Sometimes the hardest person to convince that you belong is yourself. A personal reflection on missed girlhood, femininity, gender expression and learning that womanhood does not require proof.https://queerdispatch.org/2026/09/13/there-is-no-entrance-exam-for-womanhood/
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Friendship Is Harder Than People Admit When You’re An Adult
There is something I have been thinking about a lot this year, and honestly, it is something that has been sitting in the back of my mind for quite some time. Friendship is hard. Not just making friends. Not just keeping friends. Not just finding people you click with. The entire process of having friendships as an adult can be surprisingly difficult, and 2026 has made that reality particularly obvious to me. So far this year, I have lost multiple friends. Some of those friendships were […] -
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Broken Chair
I rescued the chair from outside someone’s apartment with the hope of fixing it and having it become a welcome member of our family.
But, as often happens, it sat around in various places waiting for me to find the time to repair it.
Finally, I decided it was one more project I did not have time for, and so yesterday I put it out on the sidewalk in the hopes that someone would take it home.
It sat out there all through yesterday in the rain and the sun, lonely, awaiting a new friend. A few people paused to look but then drove away. Periodically I would look out my window to see it still sitting forlornly there.
Then this morning I noticed an older gentleman walking past who began to inspect the chair. He picked it up, put it on his back and walked away.
It is a beautiful chair. It just needs to be repaired, and I am sure its new owner will do just that.
I don’t know about you, but I feel a lot like that broken chair, waiting for the gentle hands of someone to put me back together again.
I wait, broken, with the hope that those hands will touch me, I will be healed, and I can have a purpose again.
July 10, 2015
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