Month: April 2023

Listen – Arien Reed – pt. 2

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On April 17, 2023

In Art + Photography

This white charcoal drawing on black paper features a trans man gazing daringly into the eyes of the viewer. Inspired by Yannis Davy Guibinga’s black on black photography, this piece is meant to stop the viewer, disrupt routines, and inspire courage.

About the Artist

Arien Reed is a trans man who paints/draws other gender diverse and/or intersex people. When not covered in paint, he volunteers as the secretary for Trans-E-Motion, a nonprofit providing gender affirming garments and GAC grants, rental relief grants, free WPATH (transition approval) letters, and more, to the trans community. Follow his artwork on IG or TikTok at @arienreedart or on Facebook at facebook.com/arienreedart

Complement this with another piece meant to inspire courage.

Unbinding – Arien Reed – pt.1

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On April 15, 2023

In Art + Photography

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This black & white charcoal drawing on gray paper by Arien Reed of a trans man removing his binder feels like a metaphor for breaking free, for hurting in exchange for experiencing needed change. Binders are not comfortable to wear or easy to put on or remove, but the gender euphoria they provide cannot be overstated.

About the Artist

Arien Reed is a trans man who paints/draws other gender diverse and/or intersex people. When not covered in paint, he volunteers as the secretary for Trans-E-Motion, a nonprofit providing gender affirming garments and GAC grants, rental relief grants, free WPATH (transition approval) letters, and more, to the trans community. Follow his artwork on IG or TikTok at @arienreedart or on Facebook at facebook.com/arienreedart

Complement this piece with a poem, or a look into what it means to really see the world for what it is.

A Burden to Bare

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On April 3, 2023

In Art + Photography

My womb is barren – empty and dry.

I never wanted to get my period.

I never wanted to celebrate my ascension into womanhood.

Though my ovaries ache, give me no children.

Filet me.

Hang me by my fallopian tubes – arms spread wide,

So that all may watch the autopsy of my soul.

My act of contrition.

About the Author

G. Picconatto lives and works in Minneapolis, MN. Their written/poetic work focuses primarily on their personal journey with gender. Follow them on Instagram @pisces_witxh.

Complement this poem with a look into the pain of feeling unseen, or a personal account of the realities of accessing healthcare in the U.S.

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