Check it out. Interviews with Voltaire, Project Out, Pink Triangle Theater, tumblr’s own Art of Transliness and moreeee.

 Did you know we’re taking submissions for issue two? No? Well, now you do! Check out our guidelines and submit something to us today!

The theme for September issue is ‘Breaking Down Gender’ and focuses on trans* people and their partners/families/etc. while the following theme in December is ‘What Family Means to Me’. Keep these themes in mind for any submissions, as submissions outside these themes may be kept for a later issue but won’t be used immediately.

We hope to hear from all of you! 

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Issue one is full of great stuff, in it you’ll find articles from Project: OUTThe Everyday GayA Note to My KidPink Triangle TheatreThe L Project, tumblr’s own Art of TranslinessJeremiah’s Hope for KindnessVoltaire  Snag a copy today, and when you do, let us know what you think! 

I Didn’t Hear Her Say She Loved Me (She Texted Me Instead)

By: Susannah Bell

In my stories, people whisper to each other. Girls hold hands and tell stories under the stars. Boys murmur sweet nothings into each other’s ears in the dark. Friends from different countries or planets learn each other’s languages and, even if they have strong accents, make themselves understood.

Lovers call one another on the phone.

None of these are things my friends and lovers can do with me, because I am nearly deaf. “Moderate to profound sensorineural hearing loss,” they call it, which means that somewhere between my inner ears and my brain, the system that picks up sound and turns it into electrical signals is broken. To look at me, and even to talk to me, you can’t always tell, but my world is much quieter, more filled with silence, than most people’s.

I also have what I like to think of as an extra sense: I’m bisexual. I find people of more than one gender sexually and romantically attractive. (I like girls better, but not exclusively, so sometimes I say “homoflexible,” and there are more than two human genders, so sometimes I say “pansexual.”) This confused me deeply for quite some time: wasn’t I supposed to only like boys? If not, wasn’t I supposed to pick just one? But it turns out that no, I just like people. I got lucky: my world is full of more beauty than some people’s.

My being deaf has affected my being queer—or at least how I express it. I can’t go to big parties or go out dancing in bars to meet hot girls. I’m actually an extrovert, but how on earth would I talk to anyone? I need a quiet room, good lighting, a single speaker whose voice patterns I’m familiar with, and the ability to look a little dorky when I ask my conversation partner to repeat themselves. That doesn’t always work even in quiet group settings, like workshops or movie nights—how’s it going to work in a bar?

So, a lot of the time, I go online instead. The Internet was built for me: it’s mostly in text and I can talk to people about anything I want—queer issues or science fiction, politics or music or art. I spent time in queer-friendly online spaces for years before I even came out to myself. I slid quietly, unobtrusively, from “maybe I’m an ally” to “I think I kind of like girls” all the way through to “I’m in love with a woman, and she loves me back” while wrapped in the virtual arms of my queer Internet family. I didn’t have to come out to them; it was just understood that being gay or bi or trans was fine, and if it came up in conversation, well, there you were.

It’s been a little more complicated offline. One of my younger brothers is gay, and it took me two years longer than the rest of the family to find out, because I misheard a conversation. I overheard my other brother say to my dad, “Well, even if you don’t approve of it, I think it’s brave of him to come out.” Huh, I thought. Is one of his friends gay? I don’t know anyone who’s gay. It took visiting my little brother’s college dorm room and seeing all the hot, shirtless firemen calendars he had up, and then asking him point blank (shyly, in the rain, waiting for a bus by the campus bookstore) before I realized what was up.

Would I have understood who my brother was sooner, if I’d understood that missed conversation?

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And that is why we’re doing what we’re doing. Right there. I want to know what it’s like to not have to be a fucking ‘niche’ magazine. To not have to say I cater to a fucking ‘minority’, to not have to say I write a ‘special interest’ publication. I want to know what it’s like to live in a world where I don’t have to petition for second parent adoption just to legally have rights to my own child! I want to know what it’s like to live in a world where I don’t have to be afraid of travelling to see my own mother with you by my side for fear of what might happen in the South!

I want to know what it’s like to live in a world where young people come together and don’t see their differences, only that they are all the same in the end. I want to know what it’s like to be respected in print not because I am giving a voice to the voiceless, but because I had the courage to stand up and invent that outlet when it was too edgy, too raw and too ‘gay’ for someone else to. I want to know what it’s like to live in a world where I don’t have to worry about what my next right that’s going to get taken away by my own government is. Where I don’t have to worry about my own rights as a woman, as a trans* guy, where I can find resources for people that have been assaulted, abused, shunned, beaten down, without having to beg and plead, or have them think I ‘asked for it’ becauise I identify as homosexual.

I want to live in a world where I am not seen as forward-thinking, but just valued for my intelligence and my drive. I don’t want to have to be a poster child for change when the truth is change should have already been occuring. I want to fight, fight, fight and never stop fighting because the time has passed to be complacent. I will never, not til my last breath—stop believing in what we’re doing. I will claw my way with my bare hands to the top of that mountain and yell out, “I made it, and so can you.” because everyone, EVERYONE has to know there is hope. If I can do this, so can anyone else that has even a whisper of a dream. You just have to believe, and that’s what I do. I believe that EVERYONE has the power to change something, to get radical, and to get loud. I will never be unhappy.