Umpire Brolesque

self-made man #13: queerly beloved, at the rumpus. lord, what a sentence, one that felt less like i was reading it and more like i could feel it blooming inside of me. what beautiful gentle truth. and the rest of the column — which i cannot possibly do justice to in summary and will thus excessively simplify as being roughly about the long arc that arrived but didn’t end at author thomas page mcbee’s decision to start taking testosterone and presenting as a man — lives up to it. it’s — i don’t know, calling it lovely seems too pat, but, well: the writing is beautiful and i am extremely glad i read it (and, in fact, now planning to read all the others), and i suspect you would be too. (via isabelthespy)

I have done a lot of crying these past couple months, I have cried at everything from real, serious heartbreak and loss to watching Olympic equestrian events, so saying that something made me cry these days is not so much of a compliment. Instead I will say that this is one of those pieces that made me feel like a better person for having read it, like in some way it not only taught me something but helped burn away some bit of cynicism, hatred or bitterness that I cling to deep inside. 

Everybody should read this.

(via lifeonfiction)

This is really beautiful.

(via lifeonfiction)