Tris Mamone

When I look up at the stars at night, I feel such a deep connection that I want to know more about where I came from. This is spirituality!

Alcohol was the antidepressant I felt I always wanted. There was no need to step back, breathe, count to ten, or do any other self-soothing techniques.

It got to the incredibly toxic point, with my activist community, where I seriously considered walking away from activism for good.

Let’s face it: call outs sucks, no matter what it's about. It doesn’t help if you are in any way either mentally ill or neurodivergent.

When marginalized people respond to hateful speech with more speech, they often risk their physical safety — not just their comfort. Free speech is complex.

Masculinity always felt like a pair of shoes that didn’t fit quite right.

There was no room for fallibility or even a gray scale of good and bad — perfection was the only option. Dogmatic perfectionism nearly killed me!

It’s both comforting and disturbing knowing that my experiences navigating as a non-binary person are not unique. This is non-binary invisibility.

Growing up I thought autism was just for folks like Rain Man, but my friends helped me realize that autism is a spectrum.