By B.A. Beasley

B.A. Beasley writes about labor, money, cities, and gender. They have three cats and one very cute baby.

  1. My kid and I, we’re fine. She knows who I am, and for right now, she sees me more clearly than anyone I’ve ever known, because she doesn’t know yet what it’s supposed to mean to be a man or a woman, or a mom or a dad. She just knows me.

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