Sitting in a dark corner of a Brooklyn café with her back facing the audience, Diana Reyes reaches for a slender paintbrush and carefully dips it into a vibrant shade of blue

I’m an illustrator and everything else under the sun. My aim is creating crazy, fly, thought-provoking art for the people.

As Obama concluded yet another eloquent oration to the resounding applause of thousands of supporters, my mind began to entertain a notion that had become increasingly prevalent as the Democratic Primary began to fully develop and Obama’s bid for the party’s nomination became less of an ambitious senator’s aspiration and more of a reality.

In the memoir, She’s Not There, Jennifer Finney Boylan reveals what it felt like to grow up as the wrong gender and his desire to be a woman.

i avoid direct eye contact with
her,
because she always knows the contents
of my pockets,