Emily St. James is a writer and critic whose work has appeared in Vox, The A.V. Club, and the New York Times. She is the co-creator of the podcast Arden and a writer on the TV series Yellowjackets.
First: I love your shoes. Perfect going out shoes. Second: I'm sorry if I stared. I didn't mean to. I know that you are probably self-conscious about that, since you don't pass. And I know that there are a lot of men who make
A few years ago, for a medical matter, I had to get regular testosterone shots every other week. My levels were within the normal range for a man, but at the low end of that spectrum, and everybody wanted to find a way to boost them to prepare for an
So I have the most compartmentalized brain in the history of humankind, due to a bunch of factors you almost certainly wouldn't care about, readers who are mostly (though not exclusively!) me. This is one of the reasons I spent a lot of time believing I wasn'
Hello, readers, who are mostly me. Let's talk about gender dysphoria. I spent almost my entire life not realizing I struggled with it, because a long system of lessons learned the wrong way in childhood led me to essentially disconnect the major wires between my brain and my
In trans circles, the concept of "stealth" is used to refer to trans folks who, whether through timing or good genes, are able to so completely pass for their gender, and not the one they were assigned at birth, that they can effectively walk among you without you
First of all, my apologies to you, my loyal subscribers. My life has taken off in all sorts of exciting new directions in 2017, but they've been directions that have left little time for this poor, ailing newsletter. I'm going to figure out a schedule that
Hello, America! It's time for a Friday mailbag, which I'm going to begin with some rapid-fire answers to questions from Twitter! You know my feelings on this: People never have the right to complain about spoilers. Okay, okay, okay: I know that's unreasonable of
At my last newspaper job, there was a masturbator. He would wait for somebody to enter one of the men's room stalls next to him, and once he was sure you were there for a bit, he would start to jerk off, loudly and luridly, making little noises
(When I have a lot going on, I tend to stress eat, just like this stock photo model.) You may have noticed in recent months that the frequency of this newsletter has dropped precipitously. Some of that has been traveling, with events like Comic-Con, TCA, and a vacation coming right
"Hello, we are the friends from college." Hey, newsletter fans. You smell that crisp burning scent in the air? Why, it's the smell of a new fall TV season coming over the ridge, marked by the scent of networks burning all of the scripts for shows
If you have a couple of minutes today and you're interested in the decline of the antihero drama, go and read Noel Murray's excellent piece on the "Dead Freight" episode of Breaking Bad, an episode I really like that, nonetheless, underlines some of my
Hey, everybody! I just realized I haven't done one of these in way too long, thanks to Comic-Con, TCA, and other stuff, so I'm tossing out a mailbag installment -- even as I'm on a plane headed on vacation. Somehow, in my absence, we&