Claire Robbins
Dressing the Man

or Queer Gender Fatigue

Claire Robbins - Dressing the Man

or Queer Gender Fatigue

Contest - 3rd Place
Claire Robbins serves as the guest creative non-fiction editor for Third Coast Magazine, holds an MFA in fiction from Western Michigan University, teaches college writing, and has published work in… Read more »
Emily Anderson Ula
Role Play

Emily Anderson Ula - Role Play

Contest - 2nd Place
Emily Anderson Ula earned her MFA from The University of the South, Sewanee. She was the recipient of the 2016 School of Letters Rivendell Fellowship, and her debut short story was published in The… Read more »
Celisa Steele
The Buttonhole Stitching Around the Heart Can’t Stop the Unraveling

Celisa Steele - The Buttonhole Stitching Around the Heart Can’t Stop the Unraveling

Contest - 1st Place
Celisa Steele’s poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Tar River Poetry, Cave Wall, Poetry South, San Pedro River Review, Raleigh Review, Comstock Review, The South Carolina Review, Broad River… Read more »

Dressing the Man

or Queer Gender Fatigue - 3rd Place

Claire Robbins

June 2018

My son asks to look through old photo albums of me as a child. I haven’t looked at these pictures in years and I find myself looking with new eyes, not rewriting history exactly, but seeing the past in a new context. The new context is that although I identified as bisexual from the time I was a teenager, I now only date women. After being used to passing as straight (when I identified as bi, I almost exclusively dated men), I now find myself questioning how I present.

My son giggles at a picture of me dressed in my dad’s sports coat with a bubble pipe in my mouth. I am probably one of the youngest people who blew bubbles out of a plastic bubble pipe or smoked candy cigarettes. I remember my dad taking this picture. The sports coat was tweed and had suede elbow patches. I also remember that I was dressed up as who I wanted to be when I grew up—a writer.

In another picture I am wearing a light blue bandana tied like a headband on my hair, my arms are up, hands clasped behind my head. We flip through… Read more »